Voris rubbed his throat, remembering how Lincoln buried his fingers in that man's neck.
Lucy and Haiku talked about what they saw.
"I don't get it. What was Lincoln doing there? Lucy, how long has your brother been involved in street fights?"
"This surprises me as much as it surprises you, Haiku. My brother was supposed to be in a business meeting."
"Business meeting?"
"Yes, he got a job a few days ago. That's what he told us."
"What did he tell you?"
"Something about Professor Venomous being appointed Lincoln as his assistant. He's brought in large sums of money since he's held that position."
"Wait, did you say Venomous?"
"Yes, why?"
"Didn't you hear what that guy in the referee's uniform said? Lincoln was representing his company, Venomous Industries."
"Haiku... you won't believe that..."
"What if this is your brother's real job?"
Suddenly there was a sound.
"You guessed it."
Hearing this, the goths jumped and let out a scream in unison.
"No wonder you connected the dots. After all, you're so smart, Haiku." On a tree branch, Lincoln was squatting, like an eagle circling. The boy does a front flip and lands on his feet in front of the girls and boys. "You saw something you shouldn't have seen. And for this, you will pay with your life. Starting with you." Lincoln holds out his hand to Dante. The stocky boy closes his eyes in fear, while the rest of them are frozen, even Lucy.
Lincoln's hand was already a few inches away from Dante's, but no one expected what followed.
"Honk honk" Lincoln pinched Dante's nose with his fingers while making horn sounds. "Pfft... hahahahaha, you believed it. Buhahahaha, I can't believe this buhahahahahaha."
"What are you laughing at, animal!? You almost scared me to death!" Dante was really upset by the joke. He was not one of those people who had a great sense of humor.
"Sorry Danny. I couldn't resist."
"My name is Dante."
"I'm sorry. Anyway. Tell me, how much have you seen?"
"Everything. From the beginning," Lucy answered, "Lincoln. What have you gotten yourself into?"
The albino's appearance changed to a more serious one at the club. "I'll explain everything to you. But not here. Let's go. I need a restaurant."
The Goths and Lincoln were in a cafeteria of a restaurant—one of the restaurants that wasn't too chic for millionaires, but it wasn't too bad either, a place where you could see friends hanging out, couples on dates, and families celebrating birthdays.
With circular tables and booths for more privacy.
Goths drink a cup of coffee. At least those who are old enough to do so. They all looked at Lincoln in amazement.
On the table was a pile of dirty dishes, while the albino was devouring a T-shaped steak.
It was a terrifying and wonderful sight to see as the flesh was torn from the bone. A mixture of literature and wilderness. Finally, it was the flesh and bone that ended up being destroyed by Lincoln's sharp fangs and powerful teeth.
Lincoln made a gesture to call the waiter.
One of the waiters was talking to his partner. "This kid eats that steak bone like it's a cookie."
"You take care of him. He scares me."
The waiter approached the group, a little frightened. "Did you enjoy your meal, sir?"
"It was delicious."
"Is there anything else you want?"
"Espresso."
"Immediately, sir," the waiter rushed out to get as far away from the boy as possible.
"How much meat can you eat?" Morpheus asked.
"It depends on how hungry I am after each fight. I wasn't that hungry today."
The goths look at the four-inch pile of dishes.
"Are you a wolf?" Persephone asked.
Lincoln thought for a moment and answered. "I guess yes, technically." Considering the impact the wolf image had on his life since he started his training, one could say it was in a certain way.
Persephone rested her elbows on the table and rested her head on her hands as she looked at Lincoln, her eyes filled with sparkle.
Lucy noticed this and decided to interrupt the moment by changing the subject. "Then. What was that at the cemetery?"
Lincoln saw no problem telling the whole story about the Dracoviam fight. Fortunately, the booth they were in was far away from the rest. So no one can hear them.
After he recounted how he met Venomus, his recruitment into the battles of Dragoviam, and his reasons for agreeing to enter, the group of Goths were puzzled.
"You... fell into this... for our family?" Lucy was touched by her brother's story.
"Yes. When we lost everything in that fire and the insurance company refused to pay dad, I had to accept Professor Venomous's job offer to become his fighter." Lincoln took a sip of his coffee.
"But there's something I don't understand."
"What, Haiku?"
"If you said you had to accept being a representative of Venom Industries because your house was destroyed, why would you continue to do that if they had already rebuilt it?"
"Because Professor Venomus was the one who rebuilt it. He invested his money in it. He set a trap. He did it in small installments."
"Pay little by little as a person with an average salary does. If I decide to stop paying, they will get the house back. In other words, if I decide to stop fighting for him, he will leave my entire family homeless."
"You are amazing, Lincoln Loud," Voris said, tears streaming down his cheeks. "You are putting yourself in danger for your family. You are a role model."