"I know. Konoha Lust, Gambling, and Poison—a famous figure."
Facing Tsunade's roar, Andrew said, "I'm helping you quit gambling. You should be thanking me. Besides, are you sure you really want to fight me?"
Hearing Andrew's words, Tsunade felt a little guilty. The man before her looked like a washed-up—no, goofy—middle-aged man, but in secret, he was the world's strongest Director of S.W.O.R.D.
"Hmph, don't think you can scare me. There's something wrong with your body. You're not even a Skyfather."
Tsunade stepped forward again and said, "Don't worry, I'll at most beat you half to death. You definitely won't die.
"You bastard, you're such an asshole. You already have dozens of girlfriends, and you're chasing an Angel and a Witch, yet you still came to flirt with me. I've seen plenty of scumbags, but I've never seen one as scummy as you."
"The thing that angers you most is that you really did fall for my flirting, isn't it?"
Andrew asked with a smile. Tsunade flew into a rage from embarrassment and slammed her Monster Strength Punch toward him. The entire Void trembled.
Andrew failed to dodge in time and took Tsunade's fist head-on. He flew backward, smashed through three walls, and landed in the warehouse.
Tsunade froze. How had she really hit him? Didn't that guy have a lot of Abilities? By all rights, he should have escaped, and she should have chased after him, causing a huge commotion. Why had she actually hit him?
Tsunade hurried into the warehouse and saw Andrew's chest caved in. His life force had weakened until only his last breath remained.
"Why didn't you dodge?"
Tsunade rushed over, using the Mystical Palm Technique as she angrily demanded an answer. With his last bit of strength, Andrew gave a bitter smile and said,