206 What is your worth?

"Shut the fuck up, Azell. You, of all people, have absolutely no right to tell me what's enough and what isn't," I responded coldly.

"Wha…" Azell muttered under his breath; he seemed to be taken aback.

Did he perhaps not expect me to retaliate so strongly? Was he under the impression that I was 'joking' just like usual?

If he was, then yea, he was absolutely right.

It's honestly impressive that these wankers have already gotten used to me and my antics and are able to predict, to a certain extent, my real intentions behind my actions.

Although it means nothing if they still end up falling victim to my manipulations.

No, wait, that's actually worse, isn't it? They know what kind of guy I am, yet they still get bamboozled by my lies.

Maybe I should arrange a 'conspiracy theory' seminar where I'll teach them that not everything should be accepted at face value; they should do 'proper' research on it.