Soon after the Red Demon left the underground arena, Wolf got up and walked over to the door of the hexagonal cage.
"Hey, where are you going?" Oliver asked.
"It seems there is trouble," Wolf said. "Let's go check."
"That's not a very good idea." Oliver's eyebrows came down in a frown. "You're a hero, you know? This makes it sound like you're trying to spy."
"It's just in case there is a fight. You don't have that many EIs in your gang, right?"
The white-haired hero hit a pretty sensitive spot. With the exception of Riot and their boss, most of Inferno's members were Level 0, with a few Level 1s. With the gang being in its infancy, that much wasn't very strange. The problem was the kind of threats they had to deal with on a regular basis, and with most of them being useless, they had no choice but to rely on their boss.
'Maybe…' Looking down at his, Oliver clenched it into a fist. 'Maybe I can do something…'
