After a long time accepting that he lost again and that many people were looking for him, plus his hideout was discovered, Striker sighed nervously, walking down the street in annoyance, thrusting his hands into his pockets, sometimes kicking a stone which got in the way underfoot. He was clearly upset and annoyed.

—Hell, not only did I lose, I'm also bandana lost. Damn rich people, something is not enough for u all the time.

Striker was saying something under his breath