"What rank is he? Three? Four, I'm assuming?" Liam mentioned
Mr. N smiled, hiding his true emotions tilting his head. "Rank Eight. He's young, hot-headed—the cliché. I keep him out of the public eye… considering his social upbringing, and his lack of a moral code."
"He's strong, good job." Liam mumbles.
As the two characters couldn't have been more opposite.
"Liam. What a joke." Demisaux mumbles
Sho appeared at his side, whispering cautiously.
"Did they catch Karmel Kan?"
"Yeah," Demi muttered, slipping his hands into his pockets once more. "But Kan's a joke. Assassins ain't shit in Europe. Real assassins come from Asia—everyone knows that."
Sho narrowed his eyes mumbling. "Like ghost."
....
Sho asked "You seem angry… what's wrong?"
Demisaux clenched his fist so hard his knuckles cracked.
"I'm tired of these child-like games."
His life force spiked, his words sharp as blades.
"Presidential battle? What a joke. Mr. N could destroy that 'human weapon' and that twink in under three minutes if he wanted to. But here he is playing by their rules recruiting people weaker than him to fight for him in a battle that he won't participate in.
Sho responds, knowing his strength. "Respectfully Demi, The president is even more powerful than I am. Do you really think Mr. N could overthrow him and defeat him by himself? "
Demi notes, "You don't know N, I've never seen a man capable of so much do so little in my life. He has the power to take America by force… and he chooses not to. If you knew the things that man was capable of… you'd understand. He's a god in human clothing."
Sho's eyes widened. He knew Demisaux had been training under Mr. N ever since his appointment as Elite Guard. But he'd seen Demi spar with other elite guards, lieutenants and even fight in civil wars far beyond his level. And yet… never had Demisaux spoken of anyone with such awe, such respect.
"What makes N fierce," Demi said, his voice heavy with certainty, "isn't just his raw combat prowess. It's his life force. He cannot die. His will to survive allows him to create miracles… in real time."
Demi was always a leader. Never the type to follow anyone. For him to be following Mr. N… in itself said more about their leader's character than any speech could.
As Demi scratched the Itch on his face he smiled "But maybe with this new chess piece things can change. Demi walking to his personal office we need James tied up in rope.
James was slumped in the chair, rope cutting deep into his arms. His shirt was torn and soaked through with blood, one sleeve hanging by a thread. His face looked wrecked—nose bent, both lips split, one eye swollen shut and leaking red down his cheek. His shoulder hung limp, clearly broken.
Sho "He was the only one to fight back." at least properly.
James's breath was slow, his determination felt even when unconscious.
As Demi wiped his bruised cheek reminded of the dangerous punch that almost shattered his jaw he smiled. "Seems like we have a new liutenant."
Sho smiled "Lets see how long he lasts."