'What… The hell was that about?' Hougo asked himself as he remembered what happened sometime earlier. 'I came to kill him, got one of his Sect's Instructors killed and… He lets me live? Doesn't that make him worse than all the rest? Plus… This smells like a very very bad plan.' Hougo lowered his gaze towards the Servant clothes he had been handed by the Young Master. 'Strange freaking guy. It was almost like he pulled them out of nowhere. Still, they're clean and in good condition, except for… Where my right hand used to be…'
Hougo scratched his head as he remembered what Zhao told him.
