Furious from head to toe, Tim was stunned.  He thought he had completely fooled Zich and was shocked to find that Zich had known everything all along. 

“…Did you trick me?” Tim’s voice was low, expressing his clear rage. It was a funny situation. Tim was getting angry that Zich tricked him when that was what he had tried to do to Zich. But that was the kind of guy Tim Platt was; he never considered the harm he caused to others while he responded negatively to the damages he received.

“Yeah, I tricked you. So what? Aren’t you the dumb one to get tricked in situations like this?” Zich’s words infuriated Tim even more. 

Zich didn’t lose to Tim in terms of having a horrible personality and self-righteousness. He had no intention of consoling a stupid bastard’s rage for getting tricked. “Is that what you call tricking someone? I had to work so hard to pretend to be tricked by you. Even a three-year-old would not get their treats stolen from you.”

“…Ha, haha, hahahaha!” Tim burst out into laughter. Then, he hung his head low while his shoulders trembled like he had lost his mind.

“You…” Tim stared at Zich. Beyond his shaking front hair, Tim’s eyes looked piercing. 

“Die.”

Crash!

Tim stretched out his fist. As if he was planning repay Zich for his secret attack,...