"I've always been accomplished," Jack Judd said, resting his chin in one hand. "I was just wondering how a god-of-slaughter type like Young Master Nathan could even smile. And he's even good-looking when he does!"
Aaron Cheney couldn't be bothered to respond to him, musing aloud, "You know? I used to think people like Young Master Nathan didn't smile, eat, drink, or even use the bathroom. Like some immortal from a novel. But after spending time with him, I've realized he's just a normal person. For some reason, though, that makes me even more afraid of him."
"I guess it's left a mental scar on me. You didn't see the way he dealt with those gang leaders who were smashing, looting, and pillaging back in the day. If you had, you'd probably be just like me—your legs would turn to jelly the moment you saw him."
