Moyu's words to the freckled girl sounded exceptionally grating to Regan and Pame.
Asking the freckled girl to leave for one minute?
Didn't that mean he intended to deal with them within a minute?
Saying the broken chair would be the last sacrifice this shop made meant he could defeat them without damaging anything else in the store?
Don't underestimate us!
Regan and Pame burned with rage.
They had always done whatever they pleased. When had they ever been looked down on like this?
Despite his anger, Regan had always known how to assess the situation.
If he could not control the situation, he would usually choose to avoid the edge for the moment.
Just now, he had already considered retreating.
But thoughts were one thing. With Moyu in front of them and Shizuku behind them, escaping unscathed was clearly no easy task.
Regan's mind raced, and his gaze involuntarily passed over Moyu before landing on the young freckled girl.
If there was any opening in this situation, it was the freckled girl whom that man had just saved.
Regan's eyes suddenly turned vicious. He raised his right hand, and a mass of water-like Nen appeared in his palm.
The next moment.
The iron sand scattered across the floor and even embedded in the walls flew toward Regan's palm as though drawn by magnetism.
In less than a moment, the gathered iron sand formed half of a black spike.
"Ah."
Seeing that, Shizuku finally let out a belated sound of surprise.
"When I gave Blinky its order earlier, I shouldn't have emphasized only sucking up the black particles inside the body."
She raised her right hand and lightly smacked her forehead, looking somewhat annoyed.
If she had ordered it to suck up all black particles, Regan would not have been