"Oh?" Mirai gave the commoner an indifferent glance, then looked at He Lin with interest. A faint smile rested on his face, but his eyes were cold.
Whenever Mirai wore that expression, it meant he wanted to kill someone.
Keep a low profile. Although Rock Lee also disliked bathing, watching Mirai get beaten up was far more entertaining.
"Uh..." Mirai looked at Rock Lee, then smiled. "Did I say that?"
Whoosh!
As Mirai spoke, he stretched out his right hand, and a sword appeared out of thin air!
"What?!" Mirai's action immediately startled everyone present. They had never seen such a method before. Even those ninjas had never seen a ninjutsu that could conjure a sword out of thin air.
"Die." Mirai spoke casually. Then, in the instant everyone was stunned, the sword lightly pointed into the air before moving and returning to Mirai.
"Is it over?"
That question arose in everyone's mind, leaving them somewhat baffled.
Because nothing had changed. Not a trace of blood stained Mirai's sword, and He Lin was still standing there perfectly fine.
"Was that just a performance?"
"Kid, the magic show is over." He Lin's samurai bodyguard's eyelid twitched. He stepped forward, stood beside He Lin, and said with a frown, "If I don't want to lose my job, I'm afraid you'll have to suffer a little."
"Mr. He Lin, which arm do you want me to tear off?"
"Hm? Mr. He Lin?"
The samurai bodyguard waited for He Lin to speak, but no answer came. When he turned around, he saw He Lin staring at his own chest again.
The samurai bodyguard lowered his head and found a tiny red dot on He Lin's chest.
"Mr. He Lin, are you alright?" The samurai bodyguard panicked slightly. At the same time, he gently gave