The baron broke a large piece of masonry from the wall at hand, weighed it, felt a little heavy, crushed it a little more, and threw it at Max underneath.

"Oh.."

Max let out a cry of pain, covering the back of his head and looking around.

"What's that?"

Max looked at his palm, which was bright red, and his head was bleeding.

"Are you alright?"

Sherman hurriedly took two steps forward and leaned his head over to inspect his injuries. 、

This move undoubtedly made the two more intimate in the eyes of the baron, and he was so angry that he grabbed another stone, this time aimed at Max's delicate and tender face, and threw it with great force.

The flying stone was tightly grasped by a palm wrapped in flames, and in an instant it was burned to ashes and fell to the ground, Sherman looked in the direction of the baron, a trace of anger flashed on his face, and said loudly: "Red boy, I see you, this joke is a bit too much.."

The baron jumped off the roof and fell heavily to the ground, and Sherman held Max, who was covered in blood, and glared at him.

"Hey, Sherman, it's nice to see you.."

Sherman's delicate and good-looking eyebrows furrowed, and he replied angrily: "You are still as naïve as before, what is this, playing your prestige in front of ordinary people?"

"Of course not, otherwise he wouldn't be standing right now." The baron shrugged, then looked at Max, who was cowering, and said loudly, "Boy, this is my first and last warning to you, stay away from my woman."

Max had a look of anger, humiliation, and resentment on his face, but he quickly hid it again, and instead of speaking, Sherman couldn't help but scream.

"HB, what are you talking about.. I'm not yours. Well, women ?.."

"Sherman, I'm protecting you. ”

"Oh yes, then thank you.. You've just made a big hole in the back of the head of the first friend I've made in two years.."

"Sherman, are you kidding, you're friends with this guy?... No, we don't need so many friends, we just need each other.."

"HB!" Sherman suddenly shouted, and said helplessly, "Don't you understand? I'm still a monster in the eyes of others, but I'm already learning to control it."

The flame in Sherman's hand rose and extinguished, and it looked magnificent in the night.

“.. I want to be a normal person, at least, I can fit into them."

The baron was stunned for a moment, looked at Sherman with a stunned look, and muttered, "Sherman, do you mean to abandon me?.. You think I'm a monster? You don't want to be around us monsters anymore?.."

"No, Red Boy, you listen to my explanation.."

Sherman was about to speak, when the baron's eyes suddenly turned cold, and with a flick of his right hand, a stone struck Max in the head, and the latter fainted with a roll of his eyelids.

"No, what are you doing!"

Sherman shouted.

"I hated him, hated him from the beginning... Not entirely because of you.." The baron replied stiffly, "Don't worry, he won't die, he will just lie in the hospital for a few weeks."

"You're like a vexatious child.." Sherman laughed angrily and began dialing the emergency number as he held Max.

The word "child" again evoked some bad memories for the baron, and he looked angrily at Sherman's face with worry, for the sake of another man, he was about to go mad with jealousy, but could not do anything about it.

"Roar.."

The baron let out a low roar and left everything behind, and he ran quickly from roof to roof, like a giant red monkey, desperately venting his energy and the anger in his heart.

Finally he returned to the BPRD out of breath, he sensed that something was wrong with him, he began to feel panic, he had to stop it all.

He was going to talk to his father.

The baron firmly told himself in his heart that it was his father who guided him out of confusion and hesitation countless times, and he believed that this time would be no exception.

The baron strode towards the council chambers, where he was told that his father, Professor Bloom, and the director of the Occult Investigation and Defense Bureau were discussing secrecy here.

Of course, no one dared to stand in the way of the baron, and the entire BPRD was almost defenseless to him.

Just as he was about to push open the door, a faint voice came from inside, and the baron stopped what he was doing, and stood still outside the door and began to listen.

“... The one that Redboy brought back was indeed Gregory's head, and he did a good job this time, Professor."

"Over the past few hundred years, Gregory has been poisoned, shot, stabbed, beaten, castrated, and finally drowned... He fell into hell and then crawled out again, and none of this caused him to die, but now, he is dead at the hands of HB..."

"What do you mean."

"Yes, I'm afraid that the fears I've been fearing for years will come true, after all, he is a son of Satan, a hellish creature born of evil, and although we have rarely fed him even raw meat for decades, it still can't change his bloodthirsty nature.."

"And what are you going to do with it, Professor?"

"All of HB's tasks must be completely stopped during this time, locked him in a confinement cell, and someone to observe everything about him.."

A wave of anger rose inexplicably in the baron's heart, he felt sorry for himself, he had worked for BPRD for so many years to be born and died, and in the end, even his father, who had "raised" him, did not trust him.

His stone right hand was clenched tightly and crunched, and he couldn't help but push the door open and go in and question loudly.

But then, another conversation rang out.

“.. To be honest, I still can't bear to think of the tragic ending that could happen... After all, this red monkey has been with us for so many years, even if it is just a pet, it has feelings.."

"This was decided from the beginning, the dark power, when it gradually got out of our control, in order to avoid raising tigers, we can only strangle it with our own hands.."

"Poor HB. Professor, how do I feel that you can't wait to kill him.."

Then the cold, winter-like voice came to the baron's ears word by word, and he heard his father, whom he loved and respected the most, say lightly in a tone of indifference that bordered on meanness: "For my time is running out, and when I die, one of the strongest collars around the neck of the red monkey has broken free. No one knows what kind of monster he will become, and I don't want to be infamous after death, so this hidden danger can only be removed by my own hands..."

The baron's heart was cold, and for the first time he felt the despair creeping through his heart. Father, friend, partner... These things he had been fighting for decades were now more and more disappointing to him.

From beginning to end, you only thought I was a monster... Even if you endure the pain and smooth the horns on your head day after day, you still can't trust you... The people I desperately guarded are now going to kill me personally, hehe, I'm afraid that even those dark creatures who were sent to hell with their own hands will laugh off their big teeth if they know about it...

The man was right, they just treated me as a dog, a dog that could be discarded at any time when it ran out...

Hypocritical, ugly, disgusting human beings, you will pay for what you have done!

The baron roared wildly in his heart, his face was hideous, and he slowly retreated step by step, and then turned and left without looking back.