There was a square table in a huge room that was a tad bit colder than outside. For some reason, there was a war of nerves between the two men and the woman sitting in front of the table.

"A few rats recently came into my Farm," said a tall man with two giant horns that made him resemble a mountain goat.

A woman with purple skin and weird tattoos all over her body snorted and said, "Idiot. Are you bragging about being robbed because you can't take care of those below you?"

The tall man's heavy gaze landed on her.

"What are you looking at? Avert your gaze."

"No matter how much I think about it, you're the only one who has such gall."

"Shit. Quit talking shit and look away. You know I don't say things three times, right?”

Even though the air was tense as if it were going to explode, a man with an emotionless face remained still with his eyes closed.

"So what if you don't like it? What are you going to do?”

"Heh. I like how you’re simple and straightforward.”

The smiling tattooed woman was about to stand up…

Boom! 

However, the door was flung open by a grumbling thin man.

"Sigh, I’m extremely busy, so hurry up and tell me why you called me. If it’s a lame reason—Oh? What is this?” The thin man instantly deduced what was going on. he smiled brightly and clapped his hands. "You guys are finally fighting, aren't you? I thought I was going to die of old age waiting for t...