"They're not here to deliver takeout; they're here to visit my home."
The Fool frowned.
"But they are indeed deliverymen from the Bloody Restaurant. The company only looks at identity, not intent."
The head of security said.
"What, does a homeowner need the property's approval to have guests over? If the Peacock bought all the land around the City Hall, would the city officials have to listen to her every time they came and went?"
The Fool sneered.
"This..."
His words were too piercing, leaving the head of security unable to respond.
"I'm going to take them inside now. Let's see who dares to stop me. If Peacock herself comes to stop me, I'll leave without a word, and I won't want the house anymore. Later, I'll start a column in the 'Metropolis Weekly' telling everyone that whoever buys Peacock's property is the biggest fool in the Metropolis."
The Fool continued.
