Aside from the iron box on his back and the two shotguns at his waist, he also had a military knife on his chest, a pistol strapped to the outside of his thigh, and four grenades at his lower back. This guy... was practically armed to the teeth.
"Seriously, do you need to go that far?"
I circled Old Man Dragon, eyeing him with interest. He looked like he was about to fight in the Vietnam War, armed from head to toe.
I'd thought he was joking, but the old man glared at me and gave a fierce snort.
"Hmph! You think I'm like you?"
"And what's with that self-satisfied attitude?"
I couldn't help twitching at the corner of my mouth. He couldn't beat me, so what was he so smug about?
Was it somehow my fault that I was strong?
I gritted my teeth, but there was nothing I could do about the old man. If we were talking strength, he wasn't weak. Should I let Tuanzi handle him? That'd be a little too unfair. Even as the Queen of the bugs, in this state she couldn't fight Tuanzi. I figured... if Tuanzi got big enough, even all the bugs attacking together would just end up as her food.
That was one of my ultimate trump cards. The other was Dragon Transformation, but I'd rather not use it if I could help it. That feeling was just too hard to endure.
"Old man, what's that thing on your back?"
When Old Man Dragon saw how interested I was, he immediately took a wary step back and hugged the iron box behind him.
"Mine!"
"Obviously. I didn't say I wanted it! I'm not a bandit!"
"Who says you aren't?"
The old man immediately glared at me and shouted.
"I say