The Bone Lord sobbed. They had abandoned all dignity, cowering in the slums just to stay alive, yet they had still been caught.
Tears streamed down the other lords' faces.
The most miserable thing in the world wasn't getting slapped in the face.
It was getting slapped in the face and then hunted across eight entire galaxies.
Tony couldn't quite remember who these guys were. He only sensed somewhat familiar fluctuations from them.
"Bring them over."
The Dimension Lords were escorted before Tony.
Tony rubbed his chin thoughtfully, then swung his hand and slapped one of them across the face.
Smack!
The sound was loud, the impact satisfyingly crisp.
Tony felt as though he remembered something, so he casually gave each of the other Dimension Lords a slap.
Smack! Smack! Smack, smack!
The slaps knocked the Dimension Lords' tears back into their eyes. Their faces burned as they stared at Tony in bewilderment.
Realization dawned on Tony. "You're those guys I slapped the hell out of?"
The Bone Lord nearly spat out a mouthful of bone marrow.
Your damn way of recognizing people hurts!
Having witnessed these individuals' speed and strength, General Sarl felt his scalp prickle. "Sir, who are these people?"
They couldn't be a band of assassins, could they? Why were their methods so brutal?
"They're criminals back home. I never expected to run into them here. Quite a coincidence."
General Sarl gave a dry chuckle.
He didn't believe it.
The moment these captives revealed their true forms,
the energy detector at General Sarl's waist had started shaking wildly, as though someone had switched on vibrate mode.
And judging by their reactions and abilities while fleeing, they were anything but ordinary.
Besides, they looked so aggrieved they were about to cry. They had clearly suffered at his hands.