What Gives You the Right? Your Big Face?

Uvogin looked thoroughly exasperated. "There was never any chance of working this out. You snatched the guy Chrollo had his eye on and took the house he picked out. How could we possibly come to an agreement?"

They could let the pretty boy slide; they did not care that much about him. But the house was another matter. They had been watching it for a long time, or they would not have shown up at its door so quickly.

They had suffered a setback in this house before, though, which was why they had not simply stormed in. They had held off even after Rasa left, just in case.

They had never expected Luo Ye to take the house as soon as he arrived, then settle comfortably inside to cook. Uvogin had been too irritated to stand it and had gone up to kick the door.

But all he had done was kick the door. He had not gone inside; these people had come out on their own.

Nobunaga stood to one side with his sword cradled in his arms, but his mouth never stopped. "Taking this house must have cost you a lot of effort, huh? I suggest you surrender now, before you get hurt!"

His words sounded fierce, but the sword in his arms—a blade and wooden hilt bound together with strips of cloth—lent him a comical air. He looked like a child bluffing with someone else's power behind him.

The sight was ridiculous, but Luo Ye was seething.

Once Luo Ye understood what Nobunaga meant, he laughed in anger. "So you know we put a lot of effort into it, and you still expect us to just hand it over? What gives you the right? Your big face?"

He had been nowhere in sight when the tree was planted, yet he jumped out the moment it was time to pick the fruit. Dream on!

"My face is just long, not big." Nobunaga gave him a puzzled look. "Are you saying I could just ask for it if my face were big?"

Luo Ye: "..." It was a cultural difference. People here did not understand popular jokes from Earth. No, more accurately, Nobunaga simply did not have the brains for it.

Chrollo might have understood, but unfortunately, the one standing here was Nobunaga, who could not grasp his meaning.

"Whether your face is long or big, you don't get to covet what belongs to Yezi!" With that, Feitan vanished from where he stood, becoming a blur as he lunged at Nobunaga.

By Meteor City's rules, anything belonged to whoever seized it. Since Yezi had already taken this house, Feitan would help him chop off every hand that dared reach for it!

With a clang, just as Feitan's dagger reached Nobunaga's neck, Nobunaga thrust the sword in his arms upward at the last possible instant, barely blocking Feitan's throat-slitting strike.

Feeling the icy touch against his neck, Nobunaga nearly broke into a cold sweat. "Hss—Uvogin, what are you standing around for? Hurry up and attack!"

Was he going to wait until this little runt slit my throat before avenging me?

Still, this little runt was far too fast, wasn't he? If Nobunaga had not reflexively raised his sword to block, he probably would not have stopped that attack.

"Coming!" Uvogin gathered Nen into his hand and clenched his fist, launching himself at Feitan like a cannonball.

Before he reached them, the sound of something tearing through the air arrived ahead of him. An attack that powerful was not something to meet head-on. Feitan's gaze sharpened, and he made his decision. He was about to retreat when Nobunaga blocked his escape.

Nobunaga locked down his dagger, turned, and grinned viciously. "Now that you're here, you're not leaving!" You'll die here!

Compared with Luo Ye, who had no Nen Ability at all, this little runt posed a much greater threat to them. So they would kill him first!

Forced to stay by Nobunaga, Feitan was in a foul mood. By then, Uvogin's attack was almost upon him.