"Put him down?"
"Sure."
Leon let go, and the Thick-Lipped Celestial Dragon hit the ground like a pile of sludge.
Huh?
That was unexpectedly cooperative...
Kizaru breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the Celestial Dragon wasn't dead, there was still some room to salvage the situation.
At Kizaru's signal, the black-suited guards hurried forward, trying to get the Thick-Lipped Celestial Dragon away from Leon.
Leon wore an amused smile and made no attempt to stop them.
"Ugh..."
The black-suited guard had barely reached the Celestial Dragon when he was drenched in the foul-smelling mess the man vomited up.
Shit!
Leon quickly pulled Rosinante back two steps.
Kizaru tilted his head, a bright glint flashing across his tinted glasses.
"Lord Celestial Dragon!"
The black-suited guard was certainly dedicated. He ignored the stench covering him and grabbed the Thick-Lipped Celestial Dragon by the arm.
His efforts weren't in vain.
There was a ripping sound.
The flesh on the Celestial Dragon's arm tore off at the shoulder.
"What!?"
The black-suited guard stared blankly at the boneless chicken foot in his hand, unsure whether to keep holding it or drop it.
The Thick-Lipped Celestial Dragon didn't seem to feel any pain from losing his arm. He remained hunched over, still retching.
Large patches of dark red spread across his body, and his skin began to peel away in flakes...
Tsk...
Leon shook his head in disgust.
This kind of scene didn't belong in a hot-blooded shonen manga...
They should at least put a mosaic over it!
"I suggest you just scoop him up with the ground beneath him."
"With cement..." Leon helpfully explained. "You know what cement is, right?"
"Lead would work too. Seal him up, dig a pit a few hundred meters deep, throw him in, and bury it."
"Don't take