I shoved his hand off my collar roughly, then exhaled in irritation as I looked him up and down. This man was genuinely annoying. Just hearing his voice was enough to give me a headache. I had no idea how a coward like him ended up working with the Masked Man. He was literally just a pathetic coward who barely left his junk shop and still acted like he was better than everyone else.
I said, resting my cheek against my fist:
"And what exactly does this have to do with you?"
Apparently, he didn't like my tone, because his hand shot right back to my collar. He yanked me close enough that I could smell his foul breath before shouting in my face:
"You bastard! What were you doing, reciting your entire life story to him?!"
I kept my composure, though I was tempted to slap him.
"Can you stop yelling in my face? If you want to complain, go complain to the Masked Man. He's the one who dragged the conversation out this long."
