The man who crushed the Steel Ball was a middle-aged man in a Protective Suit. He had grayish-brown hair, but the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes showed that he was no longer young. There was a cruel air about him.
After hearing the puppet's words, his gaze became even more dangerous. He gave a cold smile. "I have it. If you want it, come take it yourself."
The puppet gripped his Hand Cane and rose from his seat.
The gunmen behind the Magistrate had been watching him warily. When they saw him move, they all raised their guns. The Magistrate cautiously backed away. This was not a fight he could interfere in.
He did not know why Blood Staff had suddenly become so tough, but it did not matter. Since he refused to admit defeat, he would teach him a lesson.
At worst, he would pay a little more and settle it once and for all. Suppressing his pain at the expense, he said to the middle-aged man, "Take care of him. I'll double your payment!"
The middle-aged man was immediately satisfied. His slightly perfunctory manner vanished, and he became serious at once.
Ignoring them, the puppet took several steps forward, then suddenly leaped into the air and brought his Hand Cane down on the middle-aged man! Seeing his speed, the middle-aged man was startled. He was not slow—he really did seem to be a Third Limit Fighter. He immediately grew alert. If that was true, then even double the payment would not be enough.
But the fight had already begun, so he could only demand more afterward. He had not brought a weapon, but he wore Bracers on both arms. Carefully gauging his opponent's strength, he raised one arm to block.
With a crack, the wooden cane