There were scenes of the two facing off at banquets where glasses clink.
Or perhaps it was a fierce gunfight in the dense forest, where a man, despite being shot multiple times, still held his head high, his eyes full of contempt as he said cold and harsh words: "Resorting to scheming with women, that's all you can manage."
In front of the iron gates of the mental hospital, that arrogant man exuded a commanding air, looking at him coldly: "If it weren't for her begging me to spare your life before she died, do you think you'd still be alive today? How ridiculous!"
Yes, ridiculous!
How utterly ridiculous!
Dozens of people chasing just him, yet he managed to escape alive, what incompetence!
He had been at odds with him his whole life, always coming so close to success, but that slight gap was like an insurmountable chasm between them.
And he was always the one who failed, always the one who was despised by him.
"Julius... Julius... are you feeling very uncomfortable?"
