"I want to build a team to help my mom and dad deal with some trouble at work, so they'll have time to spend with me properly," Rona said very seriously.
"Your parents are planning to divide their assets because of a family dispute? Too bad I can't prove who I am, or I could introduce you to a lawyer," Danny said just as seriously.
Rona shot Danny a sidelong glance. Garuru immediately got the message and bared a mouthful of sharp teeth as if ready to tear someone apart.
A terrifying killing intent weighed down on Danny's heart, making it hard for him to breathe. Even the power of the Iron Fist was involuntarily awakened. Danny's right hand was like it had a giant lightbulb inside it, glowing orange-yellow and standing out starkly in the night.
"I suddenly feel like you aren't a very good candidate. But forget it, there's no one else to choose for now. Garuru, let's go." Rona flicked the reins and rode the enormous husky forward.
"Wait, where are you going?"
"Of course, to Rand Corporation. Didn't you want to reclaim your identity? I'll prove it to everyone—you are Danny Rand," Rona said confidently.
"I can't even prove it myself. How can you prove it?" Danny asked strangely.
"The reason you can't prove it is because you're stupid," Rona said.
A little girl riding a huge dog, with a ragged homeless man trailing behind her—such a combination drew countless stares as they walked down the street.
But people only watched. In a place with such poor public safety, no one wanted to play hero in the middle of the night. Not even the pedestrians called the police. Who knew whether calling the cops might bring officers over who would shoot the caller dead?
That was