The dwarf's subordinate immediately lost his temper.
"Cough, cough... You... shameless!"
The dwarf's face had been slapped purple. He glared at Mirai for a long time before saying only one thing: "You're too shameless."
"Haha, it's funny hearing someone like you call others shameless."
Mirai sneered and continued slapping the dwarf.
The dwarf could no longer endure it. Helplessly, he closed his eyes. In that instant, he caught sight of the onlookers outside on the street. The crowd had already gathered at the hotel entrance, packed so tightly that not even water could pass through.
It seemed word of him being slapped had spread. All these lowlifes had come to watch him?
Damn it, once I get out of this devil's hands, not just this devil—even you lowlifes, don't think you'll get away!
As the dwarf endured Mirai's rhythmic slaps, he thought bitterly to himself.
After slapping him for a while, Mirai saw that the dwarf's face had nearly been turned into a bloody steamed bun. The dwarf's reaction was no longer as intense as it had been at the beginning. Mirai started to find it a little boring.
How dull. As Mirai looked around, he continued slapping him. Just as his gaze swept across the area, he spotted one of the dwarf's subordinates sneaking toward the hotel entrance, seemingly intending to slip away and seek reinforcements.
Mirai blinked, thought for a moment, then said directly, "Bring back that person trying to run away, or I'll kill your master."
The strongest force in a remote little town naturally was not that formidable, but Mirai did not want to force the issue. After all, if he killed the strongest person in this town, it would be as troublesome as things were for him now.
Although the strongest people in this town