The Old Man reeking of fermented rice wine walked over and looked at Uchiha Hiko and the other three, his eyes filled with a particularly eerie smile. It was as though the three of them were already in the palm of his hand, though the feeling was subtle.
But the Old Man's gaze had already explained everything.
There was an indescribable quality in the Old Man's voice, as though it were a threat, yet also something that made people wary. In any case, it was an extremely unpleasant feeling.
"Who are you? Why are you blocking our path?"
Bulma was the first to speak, but the Old Man merely gave an evil smile and showed no intention of answering her. He kept staring into Uchiha Hiko's eyes.
Bulma was somewhat enraged. How dare he ignore her? It was utterly infuriating, especially at a time like this. She really wanted to kill this fermented-rice-wine reeking bastard before her, but her strength was far too low. She probably could not do such a thing unless she possessed abilities far beyond ordinary people.
For example, if she had one of the capsules Uchiha Hiko had developed that could boost one's strength by an unknown number of times, she would definitely be able to defeat the guy before her—and do so with ease.
Of course, if there were side effects, then it would be hard to say. No one was a fool. Great benefits inevitably came with great drawbacks; there could never be something so perfectly successful. That was something that had long been decided and would not change under any circumstances.
"Who am I? Naturally, I'm the one who came to find you and kill you in the cradle. What, are you afraid?"
The fermented-rice-wine reeking guy's eyes revealed an extremely hostile look,