The dark corridors passed him almost unnoticed. In a dilapidated building, where only the most rabble, or worse, would venture, a meeting was planned today, one he'd been looking forward to for quite some time. So much so that he felt like he could rip out all his organs from how overwhelmed and agitated he felt.

His calm steps gradually turned into a cheerful skip as he moved towards the room he needed, where he was already there - the man he had been waiting for.

This was one of the raiders. One of those whom Jabber incredibly and deeply respected and revered because this man could, with a slight movement of his hand, squeeze his neck so tightly that all the cartilage inside would crunch, and Vonger himself would get incredible pleasure from it.

He respected many strong opponents, looked forward to meeting them on the battlefield, but... this time everything was a little different, special. Jabber closed the door behind him, a wide, satisfied smile appearing on his face. His dreadlocks hung down, framing his thin features. His eyes glowed with a dangerous glint.

What was so special about the man Jabber Wonger was now looking at, experiencing incredible sensations just from his appearance? It was that he knew his secret. And he knew they were incredibly well-suited for each other. He saw the brutality with which he dealt with his opponents, the merciless way he looked at them, as if deriving incredible pleasure from their suffering. From this sight, Jabber felt a pleasant clench in his stomach and his head spin.

"Oh, you finally decided to grace me with your presence? What a joy~"

Jabber's cheerful, playful voice rang out as he moved closer to the man, biting his lip and smiling slyly.

They were partners, and they had a certain chemistry. Jabber knew that when this man came here, he knew exactly what was going to happen and was completely fine with it. Which only made him happier.

How Jabber wished he would look at him with the same hatred and contempt with which he looks at his victims...