Self-Dismemberment
By comparison, the Mal Brothers had seen far too little of Professor Fu's methods.
Even after being attacked twice, Professor Fu had strolled through it all as if taking a leisurely walk, without so much as lifting a finger.
In that case, they probably wouldn't recognize an old acquaintance.
They'd met, yet failed to recognize each other.
With a hint of wistfulness, Fu Qian didn't rush to speak. He simply watched the scene before him in silence.
His duties as a consultant were done. It was time to hand the stage over to the people on the front lines.
"I'm not stupid enough to let myself be burned to ash!"
The Mal Brothers still seemed to have the best stage presence.
Despite the discontent coming from his belly, Malka was still a little worse for wear, but he didn't waste a moment. The instant he regained his footing, he shot back.
The situation was obvious. The reason only Malka had been found, with Malfo ending up on his belly, was that Stos's finishing blow had landed squarely.
That had left Malfo, once again shattered to pieces, with no choice but to parasitize Malka.
"Don't worry. It'll just take a little longer."
Of course, although Malka didn't mind giving himself away, it still wasn't his own brother who was the first to trade lines with him this time. It was Sir Stos.
The thing before them might have been a little grotesque, but the old man clearly had no intention of wasting time watching. He answered with imposing confidence.
At the same time, the lethal move that had taken their heads earlier appeared again. This time, three projectiles shot out at once, tracing bizarre arcs around them.
"Care to share why you've shown up here?"
Stos had clearly figured