Clatter!
Tony had only just raised his palm when Deadpool's long blade and Li Ang's axe flashed up and pressed against the old man's neck.
"Hey, old man, what do you think you're doing? Do you know who I am?"
With one hand gripping his sword and the other on his hip, Deadpool looked utterly arrogant, like some kind of villain.
"Talk. How did you bring us here?"
Blood was still dripping down his face as Li Ang pushed the bloodstained axe a little farther forward, nailing that serial-killer aura perfectly.
"..."
Ahti was expressionless. He truly did not understand what was wrong with these young people.
Why were they pulling knives and axes the moment they met someone? Did they have to disrespect their elders this much?
Was it that I can't lift a knife anymore, or have I held a broom so long that it made you all this cocky?
"Hm? Old man, why aren't you talking?" Deadpool's eyes gleamed as he pulled a gun out from his crotch.
Ahti abruptly raised both hands, and the broom fell to the ground with a clack. The mysterious air he had deliberately maintained vanished completely, and he became as amiable and spineless as an old gatekeeper.
"Hey, hey, hey, you two, don't be so fierce. My heart isn't good. I'm prone to attacks..."
Carefully pushing the blade and axe to either side with his hands, Ahti no longer had the slightest trace of a mysterious big shot about him.
"What, you trying to pull an injury scam?"
Li Ang narrowed his eyes, and the axe stretched forward again, pressing tight against Ahti's neck. With his left hand, he pulled a certificate from a psychiatric hospital out of his pocket, his tone extremely smug.
"Hmph, you think you can extort me?