"Haah..."
Odin sighed, then flashed over to one of the lackeys.
He was about to knock the lackey unconscious with a chop when he suddenly stopped his hand.
Instead, he clenched his hand into a fist and punched the lackey into the wall beside them.
Pfft-
Pinned against the wall, the lackey spat blood and passed out.
"What?!!"
Yamada stared in horror at the lackey still plastered against the wall beside him, his heart trembling.
He knew Hunters were a capable bunch, but nobody had told him they were this capable!!
Bam, bam, bam-
While Yamada stood frozen in shock, unsure what to do next, Odin threw three more heavy punches, slamming the remaining three lackeys against the wall.
Odin dusted off his hands. "You said you were going to deal with us, right?"
Yamada went pale.
Looking at the four lackeys who had just dropped to the ground, their fates unknown, Yamada hurriedly waved his hands and forced a smile. "No, no, it was all a misunderstanding. A misunderstanding."
"Oh, really?" Odin wore an expression that seemed to ask why he hadn't said so sooner. "You rushed over and surrounded us. I thought you were here to beat us up. You got me so worked up I nearly killed someone."
He paused and looked at Yamada. "One million. Consider it compensation for the scare."
Yamada's eyes widened. "One mil-"
Before he could finish, Odin's gaze made him swallow the rest.
He gritted his teeth, pulled a checkbook from his pocket, scribbled down a string of numbers, then tore out the check and handed it over.
Odin took the check, glanced at it, and slipped it into his pocket.
"All right," he said. "You can go now, Mr. Yamada."
As though he had been granted a pardon, Yamada turned and