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"Owl, why don't you sacrifice yourself for the Celestial Dragons?"
Kong spoke with a strange gleam in his eyes.
"This man is no weakling. If we all rush him, he'll have more than enough time to harm the honored Celestial Dragon."
The man who had arrived with Kong explained the stakes to Owl, his voice as raspy as a vengeful ghost's.
"...Owl, I think these two have a point."
Ming hesitated for a second before adding his agreement.
Hearing the three of them speak, Owl nearly had a brain hemorrhage from sheer rage.
Easy for you to say when you're not the ones being told to die.
He stared at Ming in disbelief.
Fine, let the other two say it. But you and I belong to the same organization, and you're saying it too?
"You..."
Owl was just about to speak when he heard a strange sound.
Turning to look, he saw six pairs of spikes—twelve in all—appear out of thin air behind Randall, spreading out like a pair of wings.
Radiant flames rose from those wings, and Randall floated straight up into the air.
"Hurry up. Are you killing yourself or not? Give me an answer!
Think carefully before you decide!"
Randall spoke coldly.
"Owl, stop dragging your feet! Are you trying to get the Celestial Dragon killed?
If you don't do it now, I'll help you along myself!"
Kong suddenly grew enthusiastic, acting as though the Celestial Dragons came before all else.
He stepped toward Owl, bringing the full weight of his strength and the imposing presence cultivated through years in high office to bear on him.
Owl's heart clenched violently.
He knew the old bastard was serious!
Clinging to one last shred of hope, Owl looked at his colleague, only to see Ming shift slightly, seemingly