The drunken old man walked over and looked at Uchiha Hikaru and the other three. His eyes held an especially sinister smile, as if he had them completely in his grasp. Though the feeling was subtle,
the old man's gaze had already explained everything.
His voice carried an indescribable feeling, seemingly a threat and yet something that inspired wariness. In any case, it was an extremely unpleasant feeling.
"Who are you? Why are you blocking our path?"
Bulma spoke first, but the old man merely gave a wicked smile. He had no intention of answering her and kept staring into Uchiha Hikaru's eyes.
Bulma was a little angry. How dare he ignore her? It was simply outrageous, especially for him to disregard her like this at a time like this. She truly wanted to kill the drunken old bastard before her, but her strength was far too low. She probably could not do it unless she possessed abilities far beyond ordinary people.
For example, if she had one of the capsules Uchiha Hikaru had developed, the kind that could enhance one's strength by an unknown number of times, then she would definitely be able to defeat this guy easily.
Of course, if there were side effects, then that was another matter. Nobody was a fool. Great benefits would surely come with great drawbacks. There could never be such a perfect thing. That was practically an unchanging law.
"Who am I? Of course, I'm the one who came to find you and kill you before you can grow. What, are you scared?"
The drunken fellow's eyes revealed extreme hostility, as though that gaze could devour people. They burned fiercely, carrying a trace of agitation.
Though they did not know why he had such a look in his eyes, it clearly showed