Fenghe and Wada voiced their fears, staring at Mirai as if they wanted to devour him. It was clear that Fenghe and Wada were working very hard to restore the shop's image in front of the woman and win her favor.
The woman watched, clearly pleased and somewhat smug. She greatly enjoyed this feeling.
Before Mirai could speak, the two ninjas seated beside him, who had yet to release their Transformation Jutsu, turned to him and said, "Sir, we were merely invited here by someone else. This has nothing to do with us. May we leave now?"
"You two young ladies, go ahead. This fanatic has his own territory!"
Fenghe and Wada's imposing demeanor was truly intimidating, but the lecherous look in his eyes betrayed him.
Fenghe and Wada tried to save the day by playing the hero.
Watching the three of them put on this performance, Mirai could not help but laugh. "You two, whether it's true or not, you cannot leave today. And that self-righteous big idiot—you truly can't handle this matter!"
Fenghe and Wada had surrounded such a shrewd person, and Mirai's words also angered him.
He was the richest man in the Grass Kingdom. How could he tolerate some young man of unknown origin calling him a big idiot?
However, when he recalled how Mirai had killed someone here and still smiled as he severed ties with him, Fenghe and Wada became even more uncertain of Mirai's background and could not help hesitating.
The woman was also angered by Mirai's words. In her eyes, Fenghe and Wada's appearance was equivalent to having a spokesperson for her, and Mirai had directly slapped her spokesperson in the face. Naturally, her expression darkened.
"Sir, I wonder whether I can clean this up?"
The woman stepped forward and looked at