Luo Yifang emerged from a world-class corporation feeling refreshed. He tossed away the drink bottle in his hand, stretched lazily, and sighed. "Ha! Another beautiful day."
"That unlucky bastard you hung on the wall probably doesn't think so," Paqi snickered. Luo Yifang had smoothly grabbed that Board of Directors executive who had been spouting nonsense and smashed him straight into the wall. The expressions on everyone else's faces had been priceless—enough to make an entire meme collection.
Luo Yifang laughed. "Who told that fat pig to say that money could do whatever it wanted? So I wanted to see whether he could punch through a wall. Looks like money still can't do whatever it wants."
Afraid of retaliation? What a joke. Luo Yifang had no family or friends. If they really wanted to cause trouble for people around him, who would they target? Railgun and the others? With protagonists' destinies like theirs, unless someone carpet-bombed the place with nukes, it would be hard to do anything to them. No matter how strong human power was, trying to wrestle with the world itself? They would need to send a Magic God for that.
If they tried to trip up the Misaka Sisters' side, that would be even easier to deal with. Those Misaka Sisters were an extremely important part of that dead Hanging Man Aleister's plans. If they truly provoked him, wouldn't the Board of Directors' bunch of rotten scum be doomed in minutes?
Just how terrifying was an unrestricted esper? Well, at the very least, it was not something a tiny corporation could handle, much less an existence beyond the norm like Luo Yifang. To deal with him now, even if armed forces from all over the world arrived, they would probably still be in trouble. As long as those