When the gnome turned around, he kept screaming. During the turn, he felt that his arm had been seriously injured. Judging by his experience, it seemed to be dislocated.
Bang!
After chasing him around for more than a dozen laps, Mirai stopped the gnome and threw him to the ground.
"Ugh..."
Still lying on the ground, the gnome saw stars and felt dizzy, having no idea where he was. After a while, as his consciousness gradually returned, a large hand suddenly seized him by the neck. He opened his eyes and saw the person holding his throat pacing back and forth, as though he still had a lot to do. It took the gnome some time to recover. He saw the man who had just grabbed him by the throat—of course, it could only be Mirai.
"You... what do you... what are you doing..."
The gnome felt that with just a little force from the other party, his neck would probably snap. In an instant, his face turned even uglier, and he spoke in a trembling voice.
"Sir, stop. Do you know who my man is?"
No. 247: Mostly Hereditary
At this moment, the gnome's lackeys finally snapped out of their daze and began fulfilling their duties as dogs.
"That's right. Do you know who I am? I'm the mayor's son. If you let me go now, I can spare your life. Otherwise..."
Lying on the ground, the gnome heard his lackeys' voices and immediately came to his senses. He sneered at Mirai, who stood before him.
"Heh, you've got some nerve. Do you know who I am? Who gave you the courage to speak to me like that?"
Mirai smiled at the lackeys, then spoke to the gnome and raised his large hand toward the gnome's face.
Slap!
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