Rahul Sharma keeps watching me with those judging eyes.
I hold my poker face. I don't want him reading my plan—I already have everything mapped out. I didn't know the Crime King would simply show up. But I knew that coming to the Oathring would draw attention, and I was prepared for that.
"I'm not challenging you, Mister Sharma. Not in the slightest. I'm proposing a business arrangement. You invest in me, and we both make money."
"You're awfully confident for a mere Rank D standing in front of a King. What are you scheming?"
Rahul crouches and studies my shoes, analyzing every curve of them. Then he does the same thing rising slowly, eyes tracking up the full length of the Horizon armor.
"There are no traps. What could a mere Rank D possibly do against a future Rank SSS?"
