The Return Of The God of War

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The first thing Ansel does is a smirk, even though he wasn't – not even in his wildest dream– expecting Duke, he still has the humor to laugh.

" It's you!" He cleans his hair dry. " I was kind of expecting you. "

" Of course you were. "

" Not to magically appear in my room like a ghost, but I knew you would come for me. " Ansel says. " Not after what I did to your personal assistant. "

" I thought you were dumb, but at least you can read signs. " Duke concludes. " Good for you. "

Duke takes out a gun from his pocket and places it on the table. Ansel recognizes the gun, it's his.

" Now what kind of idiot keeps his gun under his pillow?" Duke can't help but wonder.

" The kind of idiot who expects people to come for him through his tightly shut windows. " Ansel gestures and walks to sit on the bed.

Duke stands up and casually strolls to him, his hands by his side.

He stands in front of Ansel, his hands folded.

" What do you want?" Ansel looks up at him.

" Seriously?" Duke scoffs.