Within minutes, the Kentaro brothers had finished what Feng had instructed them to do.
They stood there grinning as they watched Hosokawa, who was still thinking in silence.
Having more or less finished getting acquainted with the Steel-Wing Dragon, Feng leaped onto its back.
"Taro, Jiro, get up here. We're leaving."
He spoke calmly.
Just moments ago, he had thought Hosokawa was quite sensible. Now, with a casual glance, he was already looking at him as if he were a corpse.
He would only make a move the next time they met?
Heh. For Feng, who had the Flying Thunder God and now a flying mount, meeting again was simply a matter of whenever he wanted.
"Wait! Hold on! Boss! Chief! Master!
I'm willing to be your dog! Please take me in, Master!"
Hosokawa happened to catch Feng's gaze, and instantly threw all his thoughts aside as he shouted.
That look was far too familiar to a bounty hunter.
Between dying immediately and becoming someone's dog to die a little later, he sensibly chose the latter.
"...When did I ever say I wanted you to be a dog?
I made myself perfectly clear. You're becoming my subordinate! A subordinate! Understand?"
Feng got a little worked up upon hearing Hosokawa's words.
He was a proud Young Pioneer, a successor to the socialism of the great motherland.
Was he some vicious capitalist or rich landowner who treated people like dogs?
That was ruining his reputation way too damn much.
Hosokawa: "???"
So what was the difference? In the Ninja World, wasn't becoming someone's servant the same as becoming their dog?
He did not understand why Feng was reacting so strongly to this.
The Kentaro brothers were equally confused: "??"
After finishing, Feng looked at the three men's question-mark-filled expressions: ...
"Haah... forget