Although he was a little surprised, Kuta was not worried in the slightest.
They were already inside his domain. How could the three of them leave just because they wanted to?
"What's going on? Why can't we sink down?"
The seconds ticked by. Kuta was in no hurry, and neither were the others behind him. Tesoro, kneeling on the floor, and Baccarat and Mr. Tanaka, lying prone beside him, were growing more frantic by the moment.
As each second passed, the pressure of their dwindling lives surpassed the pressure bearing down on their bodies, filling all three of their faces with anxiety.
"Enough. Stop wasting your energy. Forget you three—even if the Four Emperors or the Marine Admirals came here, they couldn't leave unless I wanted them to."
Looking down at the three of them, Kuta delivered those outrageously arrogant words in a calm voice.
"How did he do it?"
"Could it be this strange space that blocked my attacks and put me under pressure?"
Tesoro was no fool. If he had been, he could never have built such a vast fortune in so little time.
When Mr. Tanaka failed to take him away, his thoughts turned to the transparent space enveloping them.
Chapter 442: Are you finished?
On the shattered walkway.
Inside an enormous sphere wrapped in countless bars of gold.
Tesoro knelt with his teeth clenched, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the young man before him.
The circular space enclosed by gold bars was rather dim, but whether by design or chance, a beam of light fell through a gap between the bars and landed directly on Kuta.
It made him the only light in that dim space. Of course, in the eyes of Tesoro and his two companions, he was a god who had come to claim