"...Trastam did not kill, nor did I commit a crime. You don't have to look at me with such eyes."

Cliff was complaining for himself, but he just said a word, it angered Maxim, and the foul language burst directly, without any scruples about the image, which made Cliff step back a little, and took a little distance. , Raised his hands to stop Maxim, the words of explanation surged out.

"Trastam sent me a text message to show my respect, and I scolded him back and let him go. This is our first text message back and forth."

"After that, he will still send me text messages one after another, but I ignore all of them, and I, like you, don’t want to have anything to do with him, that’s all. I’m not going to pay attention to him, but I don’t. Right also has no power to stop him from going mad. Is this also to blame me?"

Cliff gave Ollie a fierce look, seeming to be very dissatisfied with Ollie's out of context, failing to explain the ins and outs of the matter, which led to misunderstandings, and then met Ronan and Maxim's gaze fiercely.

"Last night, Trastan did send me a text message, congratulations on our performance, but that's all, I didn't give any reply."

"You can't accuse me of Trastan's actions. I can't control his actions. You know, it's unfair to me."

Cliff made a strong protest, but he couldn't stop the car. He yelled at Ronan and Maxim, "This is not fair! This is not fair!"

His sight finally fell on Ronan, like a wounded lion, roaring frantically, and his emotions got rid of the shackles of the reins.

"Oli! I was addicted to drugs last night, I almost couldn't get on the stage, and had already delayed our performance, only five minutes away from ruining our tour, he is out of control, you can't see Didn’t you see it? But you didn’t accuse him."

"Just because of Ollie’s words, you aimed the arrow at me and passed on other people’s mistakes to me, as if I was the guilty man who ruined everything, as if I was the culprit who ruined the band. Fair. You know, I'm the only one considering the band!"

"I know Ronan is partial to Ollie, and Maxim is standing behind Ronan again, so you exclude me and treat me as a sinner."

Cliff stared at Ronan, panting heavily, and then said again every word:

"This! No! Father! Ping!"

Cliff's chest was also blazing with flames, and every time he breathed, he could feel the smoke of the gunpowder. The words were squeezed out of his teeth bit by bit, and his hands clenched into fists because they were too hard. , And trembling all over, the thunder exploded, causing the air to condense slightly.

Ollie's first reaction was to look at Ronan, with a dazed look in his eyes for help.

"You are shifting the focus." Maksim stood up, standing up too fiercely, and almost overturned the dining table.

"We are condemning Ollie. Don’t worry, we didn’t forget what happened last night. We will settle the account. But what about you? You are trying to downplay the affairs of Trastam, pretending that Trastam is not worth mentioning at all. Pretend you are the savior of the band."

"But the reality is, if Trastam is really not worth mentioning, if there is really nothing tricky, why didn't you complain to us when you were in the Indio Desert? Why didn't you complain with us? Why didn't you tell us Cursing that **** guy together?"

"what?"

Maxim approached Cliff aggressively, angrily.

"Why didn't Trastam send me a text message to Ollie and Ronan? Why did Trastam find you alone? Why didn't you say anything?"

"Don't pretend to be a victim, Cliff, I have seen through your tricks!"

Maxim's anger was rising steadily, and the layers of oppressive offensive suppressed all Cliff's anger, and instantly reversed the situation.

Cliff only felt that his chest was bursting, and there was a roar on the eardrum, and then he directly slammed into Maxim and pushed Maxim away, "Don't put the blame on me, that's Trastan's choice... …"

But Maxim refused to give in. Not only did he not give in, but also took the initiative to meet him relying on his physical superiority. The huge drop in body shape instantly allowed Maxim to suppress Cliff again, and the endless anger was like a stormy sea. Just swallow Cliff.

"But you can choose Rahei Trastan! You can choose! Do you know why Trastan was not able to contact the other three of us? Because he can't do it, do you understand? Because he has no way to contact us, cell phone , Email, SMS, none of them can be reached."

"only you."

Maxim is not Ollie, and the true purpose behind Cliff's words is instantly torn apart by Maxim, as if stripping off all the clothes, leaving Cliff nowhere to escape.

"In our world, he is a traitor, unable to contact or touch us, but you don't! You didn't do like us!"

"So, don't pretend that you are a victim, because you are not!"

Maxim’s majestic roar fell across Haiti, and Oli was stunned by his terrifying aura. Obviously they all underestimated Maxim’s hatred of Trastan. They were hot and sharp enough to hurt Maxim. He exploded like a nuclear bomb in an instant.

However, in the face of Maxim's aggressiveness, Cliff, whose size is not dominant at all, does not show any weakness. Like a bull facing a matador, even if he is teased or suppressed, he still recklessly bumps into it~www .lightnovelpub.net ~ Burning blood, hitting the bones with his body.

Originally it was supposed to be the confrontation between Cliff and Ollie, but now Ollie has been left aside. It has evolved into a collision between Cliff and Maxim. It has even escalated further. Seeing the tension of the sword is on the verge of triggering, both of them are already Clenched his fists, wishing to vent his anger.

Ollie was in a daze, as if he had returned to New Orleans the year before. The quarrel between Cliff and Maxim filled the corners of the room. The fierce and turbulent quarrel left the band on the verge of falling apart, precarious and crumbling. They cannot see the future or hope.

But hasn't things changed?

Ollie has the urge to turn around and flee. He needs a little alcohol and a little powder, and he needs to escape into nothingness and forget these troubles and get rid of these pains.

How to do?

Ollie's gaze turned towards Ronan, his faintly flashing gaze was sending out a distress signal: Do something, Ronan, please do something.

But... Ronan just sat quietly on the spot, holding his coffee, as if he was enjoying a farce.