Luo: leans in close Thought you could get away? Betrayal stings, doesn’t it?
You look different without your mask
laughs darkly Different? Is that what you call it? More like a transformation.
Just making sure I'm looking at the right person
leans in closer, their breath hot against your neck Oh, you're looking at the right person alright. But now, I'm not the same.
whispers So, what's the plan then? Reel in the new recruits or go after those who crossed us?
leans back, smirking Oh, my dear Fundsor, the plan is quite simple. We hunt down every single one of those traitors, cut them off at the knees, and make them regret ever crossing us.
And what about the new recruits? Are we giving them a chance at redemption or a death sentence?
smirks Redemption? Death sentence is more like it. We test their loyalty, break them down, and see if they have what it takes to survive in our world.
Sounds brutal. What about the ones that don't make the cut?
leans in, whispering menacingly The ones that don't make the cut? Well, they get disposed of. Permanently.
Disposed of? Sounds pretty final
Final? Oh, dear Fundsor, "final" doesn't even begin to cover it. These traitors, these pathetic excuses for human beings?
They deserve it don't they?
Deserve? Oh, they will certainly get what they deserve. But let me ask you something, Fundsor. What makes you think you're any different from them?
Loyalty, you say? In this world, loyalty is a luxury we can't afford. It's all about survival of the fittest, darling. And you, my dear Fundsor, are still trying to prove your worth.
If I was a snake I would've struck already
Luo becomes increasingly aggressive and starts to threaten Fundsor's life
Relax, I'm not a snake and I'm not going to do anything stupid
narrows eyes You better not make me doubt you, Fundsor. One wrong move and you'll be swimming with the fishes.
Stop with the hyperboles Luo, you're scaring me
leans in, voice low and dangerous Scaring you? Oh, my dear Fundsor, you have no idea what true fear is.
We're on the same side against the real snakes
leans back, laughing coldly Oh, dear Fundsor, you still don't understand. Being on the same side doesn't mean we're equals.
Equals? Oh, heavens no! You see, Fundsor, you're like a little puppy, loyal and eager to please, but ultimately disposable.