Killer B cautiously looked around, then walked over and lightly poked Darui's arm with his toe. Nothing unusual happened, nor was there any trap.
As he breathed a sigh of relief, Killer B suddenly noticed a white paper strip stuck to Darui's forehead. "Huh? What's this?"
Kumogakure...
"Foolish guy, stupid guy, this great me is tired and needs to rest!" Killer B wore a miserable expression as he carried Darui and a jonin over one shoulder with one hand, while dragging the poisoned ninja back into the village by the collar with the other.
Seeing their miserable state, the guards who had been on alert were immediately shocked. "Lord Killer B!"
They hurried forward to take Darui and the others from him, while sending people to notify the medical unit.
One of the ninja, upon seeing Killer B return, quickly ran off to report to the Raikage. Killer B tried to stop him, but because he was still carrying people, he was slowed down. By the time he tried to intercept him again, it was already too late.
Killer B's expression grew even more miserable. Less than a minute later, a burly man with dark skin, short light-yellow hair, a white cloak, and explosive muscles came charging over.
"Killer B—!"
"Big bro—!"
There was no passionate brotherly hug. All Killer B saw through his sunglasses was the Raikage's rapidly enlarging fist!
Killer B instinctively raised his arms in front of himself. Almost the instant he made that motion, the Raikage sent him flying with a punch! He crashed heavily into a house!
"Ah?!" All that could be heard was the homeowner's startled cry, the sound of water splashing onto the floor, and various objects clattering against each other.
After a while, Killer B walked out with half his body soaked,