"Black Mansa, stop!"
At the critical moment, Chloe pounced forward and clamped down hard on Black Mansa's heavy-barreled gun. Only with great difficulty did she save her from the misfortune of being beaten to death by Aaron.
After all the commotion, Black Mansa straightened her clothes, walked up to Aaron, and bowed. "Mr. Aaron, thank you for saving me."
"Mm, I only did it in passing... and I only saved you this once. You'll still have another episode next time you're due for one." Aaron sighed and began gathering the remaining ritual materials.
"Cognitive-perceptual disorder..."
Black Mansa's eyes went slightly out of focus, as though she were about to drift away again. Chloe had to shove her once more before she broke free of her daze. "No matter what, Mr. Aaron is my lifesaver... As for the rental, everything is negotiable. I have a storefront that perfectly suits Mr. Aaron's needs. I'll only charge you... rent for 30 days!"
"Thirty days?"
Jason stepped forward with a smile. "Black Mansa, do you have another spare one for me? I could make money just by subletting it!"
"Get lost!"
Black Mansa laughed and cursed at him.
It seemed these people were quite familiar with one another.
Aaron thought it over and felt the price was acceptable, so he agreed. "Then... the contract is established! I'll transfer the money to you now."
"Mm, Mr. Aaron really is straightforward!"
Black Mansa's eyes brightened slightly when she received the payment notification. "Don't worry. On Comet Street, who doesn't know that Black Mansa's reputation is first-rate... The slums don't recognize contracts anyway..."
"Of course I'm not worried. Because this has been witnessed by fate!"
Aaron said it in a joking tone.
In truth, he no longer needed to use his ability. Even ordinary verbal agreements would