Yes.
Either submit.
Or die.
Anyone familiar with Lake knew that once he felt murderous—no, once Lake sensed that something was wrong, he usually chose to kill first and talk later.
That was Lake's usual style.
Only villains spouted nonsense before or after making a move.
Lake was no villain. Even now, "kill first, talk later" remained a principle he followed from beginning to end.
Beat them up first, then ask every question while doing it!
Aleta was left speechless. She opened her mouth, but after hearing Lake's words, she no longer knew what to say.
Thank him?
Or simply tell him, "Then you do it"?
Was he crazy?
Standing before them was a god—and not some pitifully weak god like Ego, who was so weak he did not even qualify to be a Celestial gatekeeper.
The Marauders had no doubt that if Lake slapped them, they would instantly turn to ash.
Stakar and Aleta exchanged a glance. After a while, Stakar took a deep breath and looked at Lake. "We would very much like to agree, but we..."
Before he could finish.
A snow-white eagle with eyes as sharp as swords was suddenly standing on Lake's right shoulder, cooing softly.
Stakar and Aleta's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
"Eagle God?"
"You know him?"
Lake raised an eyebrow and looked at Stakar and Aleta, the corners of his mouth lifting. "Let me guess. This Eagle God of yours gave you power and turned you into super-beings. At first, you resisted that power. Then, because the Eagle God fulfilled certain wishes of yours, you began worshipping him. Am I right?"
Stakar and Aleta said nothing.
Lake smiled. "By the way, Stakar, Aleta, tell me—have you really never suspected anything? Aleta, especially you. Tell me, have you never wondered whether