A clean glove often hides a dirty hand.
But dirty hands are a sign of clean money.
Inside the General Lambord's mansion's red room, Dilinger was inside boiling oil but he was about to jump out of it as he had gained enough strength after eating his own left wrist.
But Pablo couldn't have Dilinger get out of the container. He wanted to see the fat man dead.
So, to make sure Dilinger stays inside, Pablo decided to dirty his hands as well and jumped inside the boiling hot oil himself.
SPLASH!
"Czarr?" Draxus couldn't comprehend what just happened. Pablo willingly jumped on the hot oil. The amount of bravery required to do that was nothing Draxus could imagine.
'What are you made of, czar?'
Pablo could heal but that doesn't mean he won't feel any pain. His skin was getting burned, Draxus could see it. And yet, his czar didn't even flinch.
Meanwhile, Pablo had stopped paying attention to anything. Only Dilinger remained in front of his eyes.
