Danny woke up with different thoughts on his mind. First of them - 'When will they stop?'. This question was directed to no one, but the answer was obvious. Not soon, he supposed, even before the whole ordeal his parents exploded things daily. Now it was blowing up even more and more. There was an upside to this, however, it was a good wake up call. An hour earlier than needed.

His second thought was 'Hope Walker hadn't went too far'. Danny knew how the warden could become too trigger happy. After some contemplation he jumped off his bed. He will find out about this from morning reports. Ah, here they are, lying on his desk, completely unsuspicious, nevermind its glowing. After taking on his clothes, young king hid the papers inside one of the desk's shelves. He wouldn't take chances.

Danny went downstairs and into the kitchen. He opened the fridge, only for leftovers to attack him. He took it way too calm, you would think that carnivore sausages with sharp teeth should faze everyone, but nope, Phantom just shooed the predators away. They, being formally ghosts because of all ectoplasm in them, felt his power level and retreated in the far corner of the fridge.

Phantom picked up carton of milk and sniffed it. He almost hurled, it was out of date. After throwing the carton in the trash can Danny turned the coffee machine on. Coffaine may not affect him, but he still was slowly getting addicted to it. He put some bread in the toaster, before remembering that he hates toasts. Danny made jam sandwiches and put them on the plate just in time when coffee was made.

"Danny?" He turned around to see Maddie, who came out of the basement. Phantom picked up his breakfast.

"Morning, Mom," he said, going out of the room.

"Since when do you drink coffee?" Maddie asked with raised eyebrow.

"Since the milk became solid mass," Danny answered, "Apparently a week ago."

He returned back to his room, closing the door behind. Putting his breakfast on the desk, Phantom took out morning reports. It was a thick green folder with current date written with purple ink. That were only most important documents, there is much more awaiting in his palace.  Danny carefully broke the stamp and opened the folder.

The first page was filled with numbers. A lot of them, so the king's eyes were running from side to side at first. There was the information about newcomers, not personal, it will take too long to write and read, only how much had died during last day, about ten thousand, not a small amount, but understandable. Phantom made a mental note to create a special organisation for greeting new ghosts and explaining local customs to them. Most of his subjects don't have anything better to do, anyway. And that's yet another matter to think about.

Then there was a message from Frostbite. It said that they had started the creation of the map. Frostbite also mentioned that he met Pandora on his way home and that she decided to join the project and not only allow to make map, but also offered help from her talented greek cartographers. All they needed is king's agreement. Phantom signed the paper with his signature in the right corner and the list instantly dissapeared.

What's next? Next one was way too boring even to mention it, then there were repairing and reconstruction reports, also boring but important information. He recalled ordering to count the population, but Ghostwriter was doing that for who knows how long, so it wasn't much of a problem.

Ah, finally. Walker's report, exactly what he wanted to see. Phantom read the straight writings, throwing one leg over another with the mug in his right hand.

'Report for 19th November, 2008.

Our first night patrol can be called an overall success. And there was hell a lot of caught during it. About fifteen, but that's more than enough for this stinking town. And before you ask, punk, no, I did not introduce the curfew or anything like that. All caught were imprisoned because of stealing, harm, we even interrupted one drug deal. Speaking of, in my opinion all this scum should be thrown in my jail, not that pathetic human one. I would even build a humanproofed block if needed.

Most crimes were commited between eleven pm till one am in southern part of the town...'

There was a knock on the door and Danny rapidly put the papers inside the desk, spilling some coffee on his knee and hissing in pain.

"Come in!" he said.

He wasn't prepared to see his sister coming into his room. Jazz was currently a student in Harvard and didn't visit often. It was sad, because Phantom felt lonely in that house since then. Jazz was the only human to know about him being half ghost. That's why Danny was so happy to see her.

"Jazz!" he hugged his sister before she could say anything.

"Hey, little brother, what's up?" Jazz asked.

"What do you think?" Danny asked sarcastically, falling back on his chair, while the redhead situated on his bed. He spun around on the chair, "Just peachy. And what about you? It's the middle of semester and you are here."

"I took the work at home," she said nonchalantly.

"John is still following you?"

"He is not 'following me'. He is my boyfriend, Danny," Jazz scolded her brother, who raised his hands in surrender.

"Need I remind you that your last one wanted to use you as vial for his real girlfriend, hm?"

"And you are calling me an overprotective."

"Cause you are."

"Am not," they both laughed after that. They sure missed their sibling moments.

"Wait before he finds out who your brother is," Danny commented sarcastically, "A ghostly tyrant and conqueror," he said with faux bravado.

"What do you mean?" Jazz asked genuinely confused. Danny's eyes widened in surprise.

"Wait. You don't know about the whole crap here?"

"No, I studied all the time, I don't watch news. I just heard that something happened here, so I got here as fast as I could."

"Jazz, I'm King of Ghosts," She fell down from his bed and landed on her butt in surprise.

"WHA..." in a blink Danny came closer and covered her mouth.

"Not so loud, they will hear. Just let me explain, okay?" Jazz nodded mutely before he removed his hand.

"Alright, where to start...Long, long ago there was a Ghost King, Pariah Dark, who ruled the ghost race with an iron fist. For decades people were afraid to go against him, because of enormous power, given to him by the Crown of Fire and Ring of Rage, here it is," Danny took out a green ring with a rubyeyed skull and showed it to Jazz, "But one day the Ancients rebelled against him and won. They took off the ring and sealed him in Sarcophagus of Eternal Sleep.

And our beloved frootloop decided to get that power. He found the ring, but it's useless without the crown, which was still on Pariah's head. What he thought about is beyond me, but Dark was released. He wanted the ring, but Vlad generously gifted it to Val. Pariah started a fullfledged invasion on this town to find the ring. What was I supposed to do? I fought against him and won. I didn't know that I should take his place after that."

"But couldn't you just say no?" Jazz interrupted, causing Phantom to sigh.

"Even in sarcophagus Pariah remained the king. Now I must be the new one, or the whole world would just perish. Infinite Realms, how ghosts prefer to call their, and now my world, must have a king. Also, there is the most concerning thing. Amity Park was conquered by Pariah, and it's part of now mine kingdom," Jazz' eyes widened in shock yet again.

"And...how people take it?"

"Someone moves as far as they can, Mom and Dad are in the lab 24/7, but for the most part people just cower in basements or something like that."

"Hey Danny!" Jazz screamed in surprise, falling off the bed yet again. Sam peaked her head through the wall.

"Hey Sam," Danny laughed, but then he noticed her worried look, "Don't worry, Jazz knows," Sam breathed the sigh of relief, before phasing in the room and landing on the bed.

"Danny, who is that?" Jazz asked.

"I'm Sam," she answered like that explained everything.

"She is my new friend. We met a few days ago," Danny added.

"Are you..." Jazz tilted her head to the side, "a ghost?"

"No, deh."

"You said that wrong, it is pronounsed 'duh'," Phantom corrected with a small chuckle.

"Duh?" She repeated with a confused expression on her face.

"You don't look like one," Jazz continued, making Sam shrug.

"I don't know why, I just was like that as long as I remember."

"Well, anyways, I'm Jazz, Danny's sister."

"Nice to meet you," Sam said, "Hey, Danny, it's time to go to school," she turned to him. Danny's eyes widened before he looked at the clock on the wall.

"Oh crap, you are right!" he quickly grabbed the papers and hid them inside the wall, using his intangibility.

"Wait, how is she going to school?" Jazz asked.

"I'm still here, you know," Sam crossed her hands.

"Oh, right, sorry. How..."

"She wanted to learn there, I hadn't any reasons to say no, so I MIGHT have possessed a few needed people," Danny smirked, picking up his bag.

"But Danny, you hate doing that."

"I still do. But times had changed, your little brother is in big politics now. Lying and deceiving is a natural thing for us, politicians," Jazz rolled her teal eyes.

"Alright, 'Your Majesty', just go already," she shooed him with her hand.

"How dare you speak with your king in such manner?" Danny asked in a low baritone, obviously trying to copy Fright Knight, making the others laugh, "Alright, let's go, Sam," he said with a chuckle. She followed him out of the door and out of the building.

They just went through the streets and all the way Sam was silently looking around with curiousity.

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Once Danny and Sam were away, Jazz didn't know what to do to entertain herself. She would have read the paperwork Danny had before she visited, but he put them into the wall, and she doesn't have ghost powers. She hit the wall with her leg slightly in exasperation.

All this time she was trying to wrap her mind about Danny's position. Her little brother, seventeen years old teen, is the king of entire world, the whole race, counting millions, if not billions people. He said that the last ruler was long ago, so his state will be in anarchy, and it will be very stressful for him. After all, he needs to shift between school and rule, all this time being feared and hated. It can affect his mental health, and not in the good way. Jazz tried to convince Danny to tell at least Tucker, she hadn't even tried to convince him to tell their parents. And while Jazz was sure that they will accept him no matter what he is, she understood that he didn't have any trust for them left. And it's good that he got a friend who knows about his secret. Danny hadn't told her about relationship he had with Ember, he didn't want her to freak out. As usual.

She visited her old room, it hadn't changed much, still full of pink, the shelves once full with books were now almost empty, Jazz took most of them with her, and, oh gosh. Bearbert was lying on her bed. Dropping nearby, she carefully picked up the plush toy, before removing a sticking thread. Smiling contently, Jazz made a note to take her favorite toy once she will be returning to University.

"Jazz, get down here, quick!" Jack's voice boomed across the house. Jazz groaned, but did as was told nevertheless.

Jack and Maddie were sitting on the sofa, in front of blaring TV. It was a news report. You don't need to have seven feet in your forehead to understand what that was about. Jack patted the place nearby and Jazz sat on her place, turning her attention back to the screen. There were two people at the table, one brown haired man and Asian looking woman.

"...It's just unbelievable, Harriet," the man said, "Just one month ago if you asked any person where Amity Park is, they will just rub the backs of their heads and say that they don't have a clue. And now the whole world talks only about our town!"

"Well, the invasion of supposedly mythical race in the middle of one of the world superpowers is everything what was needed," Harriet commented dryly, before she put a finger on her com in the ear. Her eyes widened, "We just got the recording during the night. On the screen, please."

The recording was colored, surprisingly expensive camera for such a place, blurry in some places, but everything was recognizable. Abandoned alleyway, and six people in it. One obviously a robber and a victim woman. In the other end stood four obviously ghosts, if natural light, emitting by their bodies said anything. Two of them had green skin, wore gray policemen armor, with helmets and iron sticks, flickering with green electricity. Another one had light purple skin, scarred naked torso and an eyepatch over his left eye. The last one had green eyes without pupils, was dressed in clothes as white as his face, and wore black hat.

"Assaulting and attempted harm, that's against the rules," the white faced man said calmly, before two policemen quickly floated to the shaking robber. He tried to run, but purple skinned ghost took out a gun and shot at the robber, a loud bang filling the alleyway. It wasn't an ecto-weapon. Screaming in pain, the robber fell on the ground, blood was leaking out of his leg, "Escape attempt, that's another point in case," the white faced man said this time with venom.

The woman was shaking out of fear and almost screamed when youthful looking policemen approached her. But instead of attacking, he just gestured with his stick to the exit of the alleyway, "Move along, miss. Look where you are going next time," he said politely. The woman nodded rapidly and got away as fast as she could. His comrade laughed.

"Oh, what a gentleman you are, Billy!" Bill looked at him confused.

"But His Majesty ordered to be polite to humans, didn't he?"

"I could care less what that punk says. Pick this scum up," white faced said, gesturing at the shaking man on the ground. Policemen did as was told, "Carry him to any police station or something like that," he waved his black gloved hand nonchalantly, turning away.

"Why not straight in your jail, Walker?" Purple skinned asked, surprised.

"Because I need Phantom's allowance for that," Walker growled, "Follow me, Bullet," the two walked away, two policemen hit their chests with fists, which was a sign of honor.

"Why Mr. Walker hates His Majesty so much?" The older one looked at his comrade, before putting the unconscious robber down and starting to treat the wound on his leg. They didn't need him to die from blood loss on the way.

"They have a story with each other. Before being crowned, Phantom did different sorts of things, some didn't satisfy Walker at all."

"What was it?" The older one scrutinized his eyes in thought.

"At first it was trespassing, Phantom got away with simple warning. Then it was smuggling. Other guards say that that were weapons, bullshit in my opinion. It wouldn't fit in such small box. But even that's not all. Walker caught him and arrested. And what did he do? He became the first one to ever escape Walker's prison!"

"And how did he do that?" he asked in awe, before the older one picked up the robber with a grunt.

"Well, it didn't take long. And I was there, still got a few reminders. Apparently, he was born a leader, he led the first riot and broke out, along with hundreds others. We caught them, but Phantom was the only one to really get out and avoid the capture. Ancients, how much this idiot weights?" He complained in the end, speaking about the robber.

With that the recording ended, leaving silent audience with dropped jaws. Including the reporters. 'Not good,' Jazz thought.
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"...At the end I said: 'Minutes, seconds, I'm not very good at math'," Danny told, before he and Sam laughed, while they sat in cafeteria. Just two of them, so they could speak about ghostly kind of things, "He then ran faar away from the enraged animals in the forest!"

"He deserved that," Sam commented with a chuckle, "But what happened after that?" Danny shrugged.

"He was probably eating barrels with depression ice cream, I don't know."

"What is the ice cream?"

He made a horrified gasp. "Ancients, you can't be serious!"

Sam was now worried, "Is this so important to know?"

"Yes, it IS. I'll show you after school."

Then they heard a moan besides them, and Tucker sat nearby, his head almost falling in the food on the tray.

"Tough day?" Danny asked his friend.

"No kidding. Being the senior is horrible!"

"It isn't so hard," Sam said.

"That's because you hadn't been on any exam here," Tucker looked up at her, before dropping his head on the table again.

"English test seemed easy so far," Danny caught his breath at this.

"Wait, you were given a test right after you joined?" Tucker asked confused. Sam stopped abruptly once she realized what she had just said.

"Well...I mean..."

Suddenly Danny's tray was flipped over and he was covered in his lunch. You can't avoid unavoidable forever.

"Hello there, gorgeous," Dash leaned on the table with a stupid smile on his face, pushing the Ghost King in disguise behind.

"Uhm...hi?" Sam greeted, uncertain about the whole situation.

"Look, how about you leave this losers here and join the REAL man?" He showed his muscles, not noticing how Phantom's eyes flashed green.

"You just insulted my friend, covered him in food and really hope that I'll come with you?" Sam crossed her hands with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, Dash, leave her alone," Danny said as his eyes returned to their icy blue color.

Sam blinked in surprise. He didn't sound as confident as before, he sounded like he was afraid of the blond.

"What was that, Fenturd? I didn't hear your whimpering," Dash looked at the raven haired teen.

"I said..."

Dash suddenly grabbed Danny by his white and red T-shirt. "Let me give you a little trip to your locker."

Said and done. Minute later Danny was shoved into the locker and was locked inside. Dash leaned against it and looked at Sam, who was following them from the beginning. She glared at the blond jock.

"See, Fenton is wimp. Have you reconsidered my offer?"

"Oh, yeah," and just as Dash grinned, she continued. "Now I'm COMPLETELY sure that you should back off and leave me and my friends alone."

Dash was disgruntled at the statement. No girl said no to him before. His look turned angry, before he walked away.

"Hey, Danny, what combination is here?" She asked her friend through the locker.

Danny told her the code, before she freed the Ghost King from his embarrassing imprisonment. Danny started to rub his sore limbs.

"Danny, why did you do that?"

"Did what?" Phantom asked confused.

"You let him beat you."

Danny sighed, looking around for any listeners. "Sam, it has been like that before I became a half ghost. I can't let anything suspicious to happen, Phantom is the most despised person in this town. If someone finds out I'm him, my life here will be ruined. Plus, if Dash bullies only me, and his punches are like mosquito bites for me, he wouldn't bully the ones who can't stand against him."

"But you don't have to do that," Sam said worriedly.

"I don't. I want to. After all, helping others is my obsession," Danny smiled slightly.

Sam's eyes widened in shock. Did he really just tell her the ghost's most sacred secret? Before she could say something, they were interrupted by one techno geek.

"Hey, dude, sorry for delay, I tripped into Mickey, he fell down the stairs and I had to carry him to...to..."

Danny chuckled. "I get it, pal, no worries."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked confused.

"Tucker is afraid of hospitals," Danny answered with a smirk. "Common now, we have Chemistry next."

"Oh, yeah, there is obviously a chemistry here," Tucker rolled his eyes and smirked at their blushing faces.
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The ghost hunt was an annoying thing, despite what Fenton seniors and Valerie a.k.a Red Huntress said. That's because they never sacrificed anything for the safety of the others. Danny always had to 'go to the bathroom' when during the lessons. Some people started to say that he had problems with his digestive system, since he spent more time in a toilet than on lessons. The worst thing was that he couldn't say anything against it without the need to tell the real reason behind his dissappearances.

When Phantom ascended to the throne, the ghost attacks had subdued drastically. The sentient ghosts preferred to stay in the Zone rather than be imprisoned by Walker of all people. However, animalistic ones couldn't be reasoned with. Animals became ghosts only after painful death, since they never had any sentience to feel emotions. So, they were dangerous because of their animalistic brutality, increased by all the pain they went through.

So, being not only the King of Ghosts, but the Protector of Amity Park despite what its citizens thought, Phantom still had something to deal with. When Sam returned home, he didn't have much time for himself when a shark with wings attacked the park. Yes, sometimes dead animals become something completely different. It usually happens when two beings die very close and when there is a too low amount of ectoplasm for both. Also, there was another variant.

Now, when every citizen was afraid to even look his way, Danny dealt with everything out of anyone's view. Everyone ran away from the ghost shark, so he didn't need to that time.

Tucker meanwhile wasn't sitting on one place. By a miraculous turn of accidents he was in the very same park. He had an ecto-blaster and a special detector of ghosts' activity with himself. He asked Fentons for those long ago in case something happens. He also asked about learning basics of fighting and even helped out sometimes under cover, which supposedly was a secret from Danny, and yet, Phantom knew more than they thought. Blame it on two things: His fear of being killed, and a desire to impress Valerie. If he catches a ghost than he will get a hot chick. Ah, teenage mind, it always has a purpose, unlike the adult one.

It wasn't long until the device started to beep. Tucker found himself on the edge of the clearing, and looked where the detector was pointing at and started to shake.

Danny Phantom was at the very same clearing, but luckily for Tucker he didn't seem to notice him or pay any attention. Tucker hid in the bushes, looking at their supposed ruler. He was examining the body of the ended ghost shark. He didn't look much different from before. The same hazmat suit most possibly remaining from his death, boots and gloves, the only additions were a pearly white cape and a wicked glowing green ring on his finger.

As to why Danny ended the animal, it was too dangerous to release such a dangerous creature back in the Zone, plus, he ended its double minded torture of existence. What confused Tucker is why he was scooping the creature's ectoplasm inside the vile. His confusion was cleared a bit by Phantom's next phrase.

"Note to self: Give to Frostbite for research," he mumbled, putting the vile in the special hold of his belt.

The first confusion was cleared, but even more questions appeared. What was there to research if the ghosts didn't have any genetical structure? And why the ghosts even needed to research anything about their own kind? Phantom was bringing tons of questions, while being a huge question himself. He wasn't agressive, at least not openly. It was shock for everyone when they found out that Phantom is half human. Besides the question how the hell was that even possible, it also could explain his unusual behavior which strongly resembled a human.

Deciding not to push his luck against the powerful opponent, Tucker turned to leave, but then he heard how a twig broke under his feet. At that moment he realized that he screwed up badly. His worst fears were confirmed when he heard a voice behind his back.

"You can come out, Tucker, I don't bite," Danny said, turning around to face him. 'And honestly, I thought your parents would have kept you home,' he finished mentally.

"How did you know it was me?" Tucker asked, looking out of bushes and pointing his gun at the half ghost.

Phantom chuckled, putting hands behind his back. He didn't seem to be phased by the gun pointed at him. "Simple really. I felt the ectoplasm in your gun. And there aren't many people who have them. However, Valerie, Fentons or that Gits in White or whoever they are, they would have shot at me without any questions. You are one of the few who have access to the weaponry and who would be willing to listen," he smirked. "You are here with the most powerful ghost in the Infinite Realms all alone? What's the catch?"

Despite being worried that Phantom knows who the Red Huntress is under the mask, Tucker kept his stance strong.

"There is no catch. They have more important things to do. I'm alone."

"Shall I feel insulted?"

"Yes, you should," Tucker said as his gun started to whine and power up. Phantom again didn't seem to bother about it.

"Now, that's quite rude to point a weapon at someone's face."

"What do you want here, ghost, and where did you get this thermos?" Tucker growled and looked down at the thermos on Danny's belt.

Phantom rolled his eyes. "I'm being nice. What do your human religions say? Do good and be repaid? Something like that, would it hurt you to try as well?" He smiled with a gentle look in his deadly green eyes.

"You think I'm an idiot? Just being nice, yeah," Tucker said sarcastically, "Now, answer my questions!"

Danny gave him a frustrated look, before raising his hand. Tucker prepared to fire in case Phantom tries anything funny, but didn't have a chance, because the weapon flew straight into the half ghost's hands. Danny examined his prize throughly.

"Not bad, Tuck, not bad," he commented, "You had a good stance, the ammo banks are full, and your weapon is obviously being taken care of. Is there something I don't know about Fentons' darling apprentices?" Phantom asked mockingly, before smashing the gun by clenching his fist.

Tucker made a cautious step back. "How do you know about that?!"

"Know about what? That Fentons decided to recruit kids to do their dirty work?" Phantom's voice filled with venom, before he regained his composure. "My apologies. Look, I just want to talk, and weapons don't stimulate a good conversation."

"You have ones built in," Tucker deadpanned. "There is nothing to talk about, ghost. All you want to do is to destroy everything and everyone."

"Hm, now that's interesting. And what led you to this assumption? Because there is a bunch of renegades and wild animals on loose? Surely those are the best examples of our society," Phantom waved his hand nonchalantly, before sitting on the bench with crossed legs.

"Are you going to sit or..."

"No."

Danny sighed, "Have it your way. So, what was that you wanted from the big bad tyrant?" He rubbed his chin. "Ah, yes, the thermos with a word 'Fenton' on it. Well, that's simple really, Jack threw it right into my face after swearing that he won't be a ghost hunter anymore. Talk about keeping a word. It didn't work before me, anyway, so you can say I modified it a bit."

"Didn't Jack or Maddie try to take it back?"

Phantom put his hands behind his head, leaning back and closing his eyes.

"Multiple times, but without much success. I need it more than they do."

"Hm, and why do you fight other ghosts at all? Is that defending your haunt or something?"

Danny opened one eye and looked at him, "What in the name of the Ancients gave you this idea? I'm not 'haunting' this town, this is where I live. In a certain way. Taking residence is more like it. Tell, me, if some bandits broke inside your home and you have a gun in your hand and a card blanch to do whatever you want with them, what would you do?"

"I would have called the police. That's what it is for."

"Ah, so in our case that will be GIW and Fentons. Believe it or not, I'm helping ghosts by hunting them down."

"Like with this one?" Tucker pointed towards the dead shark, whose body started to dissipate.

"Yes, that as well. The ghosts who don't resemble themselves are ended for their own sake. Of course, it's a matter of debates about how humane this practice is. This debates even get to governmental level. I think that the sentient ghosts must be asked first, but I side with maintaining it. But, I have a suspicion that this one might be a creation of my uncle's experiments. If the contents of this vile will prove that, he will be arrested."

"You want to get rid of your uncle?" Tucker asked, narrowing his eyes.

Danny smirked inwardly. This should be fun. "My family isn't the best one. I'm on good terms only with my sister, but she isn't here most of the time, sadly. My uncle wants to make me his loyal apprentice, and my parents want to end me but don't have power to do so."

Tucker was memorizing everything. It was unbelievable how much you can learn from a single conversation. What he was telling went against Fentons' theories and could tell a lot of things which can be useful in the future. Things which could be used against the one who ruled the city now.

"My point is, what would you prefer, being dissected and be used as a lab rat or put under home arrest? That's what I'm doing. Saving my fellow ghosts and now my subjects from the real threats to them. They are like small kids, who want candies but don't realise how bad they can be for their teeth," Danny finished his small speech, looking at the distance.

The clocks of the city hall showed that it was rather late, and the Ghost King noticed that. He stood on his feet and lazily brushed his costume.

"I answered your questions, Mr. Foley. I'm sure there is more, but I'm done for now. I'm getting late for exciting Royal things," Phantom said sarcastically. "I know that one civil conversation isn't enough to convince you that I mean humans no harm, but it is worth a try, I guess. And, if I can give you an advice, don't work with Fentons. You are too good for that."

And with this words being said, Phantom left him alone after disappearing in a cloud of smoke.