"Impossible! How do you know I'm a fake?"
Pranay Martinez on the ground kept shaking his head, as if trying to recall where he had given himself away.
He thought hard but couldn't find a flaw.
"Didn't know before, now I do." Julius Reed shrugged, looking at him as if he were an idiot. "My principle is to trust no one. And when you entered, you called me Julius Reed. Pranay Martinez doesn't have the guts to shout my name in my face; even if he did, he'd deserve a beating for it."
"You deceived me?" The Pranay Martinez on the ground widened his eyes in anger!
He had been played.
"Not exactly. I had three or four parts suspicion before, now it's a perfect ten." Julius Reed held the Break Sky Knife, standing over Pranay Martinez, slowly raising it. "If I'm not wrong, you should be the real master of the Dusty Platform, right?"
