Regarding the essence of Serey, Wei'Er guessed quite correctly. Serey is a madman, but his madness is restrained by a heavy cowardice, rarely seen by others. But when that madness breaks free, it will be a hysterical breakdown.
Rage reaches its limit, and then it disappears.
Serey's eyes became clear; he patted Sai Zong's arm, signaling Sai Zong to release him.
Sai Zong released Serey in confusion. In just an instant, Serey was like a different person. The rage was gone, replaced by absolute sternness.
Serey forcefully combed his scattered golden hair and then tidied his disheveled nightwear. He stood upright, no longer looking like a bedraggled vagabond, but a prepared Night Race Lord.
"I'm ready."
Serey calmly looked at Sai Zong. "So, what do you need me to do for you?"
"No, I will solve my problems myself," Sai Zong replied. "But rather, what do you need, Serey?"
Serey took a deep breath and silently clenched his fists.
