DOOMED TO BE A VILLAIN

Davies saw the look on Lee Jung\'s face and his killing intent flared again for a second, but then he calmed down as he realized that Lee Jung\'s defiant attitude was going to make things easier for him to constantly push his buttons and make him constantly throw his weight around so that he could always be there to pop his balloons, thus making him lose fate points.

Though now Davies preferred to look for ways to take a bigger chunk of his fate value as he didn\'t want to see his annoying face much longer and would rather it be a distant memory and Lee Jung be six feet under the ground, but he\'ll have to find ways to do that later… probably taking a future harem member of his would make him lose a whole lot more fate points.

It was at moments like this that Davies\'s annoyance for whoever had dumped him in this world with a half-useless system and no knowledge of the plot. If he knew the kind of opportunities that Lee Jung would be privy to then he would have already killed this annoying bastard by now, but since he didn\'t, he was left walking on eggshells.

Davies quickly turned and began to walk away from the entrance of the mall and towards the black Cesla sports car that Daniel had driven over because he felt that if he spent one more second looking at the growing smug look on Lee Jung\'s face he wouldn\'t be able to resist smashing his head in.

Without a word, Davies and his group which consisted of Tisha, Daniel, and the rest of the Men in Black left the scene. Davies and Tisha went toward the black Cesla, Daniel went in the direction of the Ventley Conraverse that Davies had left in the parking lot, and the Men in Black got into the very inconspicuous-looking black vans.

As Davies was in a pretty bad mood, he said nothing to Tisha as they got into the car, and Tisha knew from experience not to try to talk to Davies if he was in a bad mood, so the interior of the Cesla was void of human conversation.

Tisha had a few things she wanted to talk to Davies about, but as she was able to tell that the mod was not quite right for conversation, an awkward silence filled the air.

Luckily Tisha\'s phone rang due to a notification and she picked up the phone to look through it and ended up chatting with whoever sent the message, leaving Davies to be the only antisocial animal left in the car, but Davies didn\'t mind the silence as it allowed his thoughts to flow better.

Originally he had planned to challenge Lee Jung to a race tonight in the presence of everybody that was on the scene and rob him of his title as racing king while throwing a \'few\' insults at him, but after meeting Lee Jung a few minutes ago, he didn\'t just want to defeat him, but to crush him completely.

Unfortunately, that would have to wait quite a bit, \'small steps, small steps,\' he repeatedly told himself. He was still in the experimenting stage of trying to find out the ways he could use to cause Lee Jung to lose more fate points, so he couldn\'t rush things for now.

Further plans would have to wait until the night was over and he had defeated Lee Jung in the race and seen how many points he could rake from Lee Jung… if he could rake any at all.

Luckily, even after what happened earlier, he was sure that Lee Jung still retained enough spunk to not back down on a challenge from him… if he did not initiate it in the first place.

"It really is true that protagonists are the best at courting death," Davies muttered unconsciously while wondering what sort of screw had gone loose in Lee Jung\'s head that made him able to act smug and confident in front of someone who had almost killed just a few seconds earlier.

"Huh? Did you say something?" Tisha looked up from her phone and asked Davies who she had heard muttering something.

"Did I say that out loud?" Davies asked with a slight smile.

"Yes you did, but I didn\'t hear what you said," Tisha answered.

"Really now?" Davies asked with a teasing smile.

"Yesss. What did you say?" Tisha asked curiously.

"... We may never know," Davies replied dubiously and laughed, much to the dismay of Tisha who was now curious about what Davies had said.

Inside the car, Davies began conversing with each other about different sorts of things, regaining the flow of conversation they had going before they were interrupted by the buffoon known as the protagonist, but outside the car, an impressive scene was taking place.

A convoy of cars was moving quickly through the streets and the mere appearance of the first two cars in the lead was enough to cause the people with normal cars to give way for the convoy of cars.

Davies and Tisha in the black Cesla were in the lead and were followed by Daniel who drove just behind them in the white Ventley Conraverse and they were followed by the three black vans. They cruised through the streets with Davies looking for a mall where he could get some clothes and other dressing ornaments to fill up his wardrobe.

"I wonder which rich young masters are playing with their parents\' cars again?" a black-haired young adult said with his hand over his girlfriend\'s shoulder as he watched the convoy of cars drive by on the street.

"All they like doing is bragging and flaunting wealth that is not even theirs," the guy scoffed.

\'At least their parents have cars and are not riddled with debts like yours,\' his girlfriend thought, but did not say it out loud.

Suddenly the black Cesla in the lead slammed on the brakes and the car skidded to a stop right in the middle of the road, almost causing an accident, but luckily, the other drivers maneuvered their cars expertly and avoided an automobile accident.

*Inside the car*

Davies stared at Tisha with a disbelieving expression all over his face as he mumbled,

"What?"