"The first pair of eyes is a shadow, the latter pair of eyes is the real body!"
The tall, thin elder twisted his body like a hawk, instantly locking onto the second Mask, a sneer forming on his waxy yellow face:
"Mask, you finally couldn't hold back and revealed yourself."
Mask stood still, lightly dusting off the dirt from his waist and abdomen, his clothes ripped open to faintly reveal pale skin.
There was no anger in his voice, only a faint chuckle:
"If someone wants to kill others, why do they always like to frame me? Shouldn't I come out to clear things up?"
Mask paused, then sighed:
"Actually, I am quite magnanimous, not bothered by others throwing mud on me. However, when a brother kills his brother and frames someone else, that's just too much."
The tall elder frowned, his peripheral vision catching another Mask speaking as well:
"I really can't stand it, because I am also someone's brother, and I must say — that's not how a brother should act…."
