"Enemy..."
Crack!
A fair fist appeared out of thin air and smashed the throat of a Holy Realm contractor. Shattered bone and flesh sprayed everywhere, filling the scene with a brutal kind of beauty.
"We're in."
The Citrus Girl had a contractor tucked under her arm. The contractor had died horribly, his head twisted around several times while he was still alive. She and Gulu could both block perception, allowing them to infiltrate the enemy camp first.
"Seems so."
The moment Gulu finished speaking, blue flames ignited on her arm. Her eyes narrowed at the sight.
"I've been exposed."
"Then good luck."
The Citrus Girl leaped backward and vanished from the spot.
"Tch, you little bitch."
Gulu turned her head toward the distant tents. In the darkness stood Strong Man in a white coat, his arms folded across his chest.
"If I remember correctly, your name is Feast?"
"Holy Flame."
The man in the darkness strode forward. Blue flames ignited along his forearms, illuminating his carefully groomed full beard and giving him the mature charm unique to a middle-aged man.
"How scary. I surrender."
Gulu released the dagger in her hand. It clattered to the ground as she crouched down and clasped both hands over her head, looking utterly pitiful.
Seeing Gulu's performance, Holy Flame's brows drew tightly together. In his view, a strong person like Gulu shouldn't be acting this way.
"Mister, what are you gonna do to me?"
Gulu looked up at Holy Flame from the ground. Her expression clearly said, Come any closer and I'll cry.
"Witch."
After holding it in for a long while, Holy Flame finally squeezed out that one word. It was quite a feat for such an upright man.
"Waaah..."
Gulu suddenly burst into tears, streams of water running down her cheeks.
Holy