Seven Hundred and Seventieth Eighth Detonation of Conflicts

"...Trastan didn't kill anyone, and I didn't commit a crime. There's no need for you to look at me like that."

Cliff was appealing for himself, but he just said a word, which angered Maxim, and he burst out with swearing, without any scruples about his image, which made Cliff take half a step back and put some distance away , raising his hands to stop Maxim, words of explanation surged out.

"Trastan texted me to respect me and I slammed him back and told him to fuck off and that was our first text back and forth."

"After that, he still sent me text messages one after another, but I ignored them all, and I, like you, don't want to have anything to do with him, that's all. I didn't plan to ignore him, but I didn't The power has no ability to stop him from going crazy, so is it also my fault?"

Cliff glared at Ollie fiercely, as if he was very dissatisfied with Ollie's out-of-context explanation, which led to a misunderstanding, and then met Ronan and Maxim's eyes fiercely.

"Last night, Trastan did send me a text message congratulating us on the show, but that was all, I didn't get any response."

"You can't blame me for Trastan's actions, I have no way of controlling his actions, you know, it's not fair to me."

Cliff protested strongly, but couldn't stop the car, and shouted at Ronan and Maxim respectively, "It's not fair! It's not fair!"

His gaze finally fell on Ronan, roaring wildly like a wounded lion, and his emotions were free from the shackles of the reins.

"Ollie! was addicted to drugs last night, almost couldn't make it to the stage, and has delayed our show, only five minutes away from ruining our tour, he is losing control, you can't see Can't you see? But you didn't accuse him."

"Just because of Ollie's words, you guys aimed your arrows at me, and passed other people's mistakes onto me, as if I was the one who ruined it all, as if I was the one who ruined the band. Fair. You know, I'm the only one who thinks about the band!"

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

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

"This! No! Gong! Ping!"

Cliff's chest was also burning with flames, and every time he took a breath, he could feel the smoke filled, words squeezed out bit by bit, and his hands clenched into fists involuntarily.

Because of too much force, his whole body trembled, and the thunderous explosion caused the air to condense slightly.

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

"You're shifting the focus." Maxim jumped up, standing up so violently that he almost overturned the dining table.

"We're blaming Ollie, don't worry, we haven't forgotten what happened last night, we'll settle the score. But what about you? You're trying to downplay the Trastan thing, pretending that Trastan isn't worth mentioning at all, Act like you're the band's savior."

"But the reality is, if Trastan is really not worth mentioning, if there is really nothing tricky, why didn't you complain to us in the Indio desert? Why didn't you complain to us? Why didn't you speak out to us Let's curse that damn guy together?"

"ah?"

Maxim approached Cliff aggressively, furious.

"Why didn't Trastan text me to Ollie to Ronan? Why did Trastan find you alone? Why didn't you say anything?"

"Stop pretending to be a victim, Cliff, I've seen through your game!"

Maxim's anger was rising steadily, and the layer upon layer of oppressive offensives suppressed Cliff's anger, turning the situation around in an instant.

Cliff felt his chest explode, and there was a roar above his eardrums, and then he directly hit Maxim, pushing Maxim away, "Don't blame me, that's Trastan's choice... ..."

But Maxim didn't give in. Not only did he not back down, but he also took the initiative to meet him by relying on his physical advantage. The huge difference in size made Maxim suppress Cliff again in an instant, and his endless anger was like a stormy sea in an instant. Will swallow Cliff.

"But you can choose to pull Black Trastan! You can choose! Do you know why Trastan can't get in touch with the other three of us? Because he can't, do you understand? Because he can't get in touch with us, cell phone , email, text messages, all of which cannot be contacted.”

"only you."

Maxim is not Ollie, and the real purpose behind Cliff's words was instantly exposed by Maxim, like stripping off all the clothes, leaving Cliff with nowhere to escape.

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

"So, stop pretending to be a victim because you're not!"

Maxim's heavy roar poured down mountains and seas, and Ollie was stunned by the terrifying momentum. Obviously, they all underestimated Maxim's hatred for Trastan, which was so hot and sharp that it could hurt Maxim In an instant, he exploded like a nuclear bomb.

However, in the face of Maxim's aggression, Cliff, whose body is not dominant at all, did not show any weakness, just like facing a matador's bull, even if he was teased, teased and suppressed, he still bumped into him regardless, burning Drenched in blood, he hit his body until his body was smashed to pieces.

It was supposed to be a confrontation between Cliff and Ollie, but now Ollie has been pushed aside, and it has evolved into a collision between Cliff and Maxim, and it has even been further escalated. He clenched his fists tightly, wishing to vent his anger with fists to the flesh.

Ollie was in a trance, as if he had returned to New Orleans the year before last. The quarrels between Cliff and Maxim filled the corners of the room. The fierce and turbulent disputes put the band on the verge of falling apart, precarious and crumbling. They see no future and no hope.

But haven't things changed?

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

what to do?

Ollie looked towards Ronan, his slightly flickering eyes were sending out a distress signal: Do something, Ronan, please do something.

But... Ronan just sat there quietly, holding his coffee, as if enjoying a farce.