Saint Saturn wore an icy smile as his gaze swept over the two men in the air, finally settling on Mu Chen, filled with murderous intent.
"Thunder, you've got some nerve, bringing people to attack Egghead Island. And you think you can take Vegapunk away?"
Saint Saturn's voice was quiet, yet it carried an unquestionable authority that seemed to pierce the soul.
"Do you think those paltry skills of yours will let you slip away right under my nose?"
At the sight of Saint Saturn, Borsalino immediately reined in his aura and bowed slightly before saying calmly, "Lord Saint Saturn."
Seeing this, Mu Chen finally understood why Borsalino had been so serious. He had noticed Saint Saturn coming long ago, so he was just putting on a show for his boss.
But Borsalino had only intended to fight for a little while anyway. With Saint Saturn here, it hardly mattered whether he took action. Besides, he had suffered a minor injury. Surely Saint Saturn wouldn't blame him if Thunder and the Revolutionary Army escaped in the end. He felt positively brilliant.
Mu Chen seemed to have sensed what Borsalino was really thinking. He could only grumble inwardly, Borsalino, so that's what you're up to. You're going to start slacking off in a moment, aren't you?
He knew Borsalino would never actually kill the Revolutionary Army members. He had just been wondering why the man wasn't pulling his punches. So this was what he had been waiting for!
"Saint Saturn... so you're one of the legendary Five Elders?"
"That's quite an impressive aura. But if I want to escape, no one can stop me."
Mu Chen's voice came through his black mask, carrying a defiant chill. He slowly straightened up. Although the armor of his Thunder God Form was covered in