The next second, Odin vanished.
The burly man saw a blur, and Odin was already standing in front of him.
Less than half a meter separated them.
The mocking smile on Odin's face sent a chill through him.
"You-" The burly man instinctively tried to back away.
But he couldn't.
Odin's hand rested on his shoulder like an iron clamp, surging with so much energy that he was too terrified to move.
With his other hand, Odin flipped through the man's Spell Book.
The burly man went pale. "What are you doing?!"
Odin ignored him and looked down at his Spell Book.
Specified slot cards: twelve. There was even a Sword of Truth among them, along with several others.
Spell cards: over thirty. There were all sorts.
He reached out and started taking them.
One, two, three.
The burly man was frantic, but he didn't dare say a word. He could only let Odin take the cards he had worked so hard to steal.
Odin kept going. After taking the specified slot cards, he took the spell cards. After the spell cards, he took the ten-thousand-denomination banknotes. He didn't leave a single one behind.
The burly man stood there, not daring to move.
Cold sweat dripped from his forehead and splattered onto the ground.
The people behind him were frozen in place too. None of them dared move.
They stared in horror at Dragonfly, who had darted right up to them. That speed was terrifying.
After taking all the burly man's cards, Odin walked up to the second person.
The man took a step back. "I-"
Without a word, Odin flipped through his Spell Book and started taking cards.
One, two, three.
The man turned pale, but he didn't dare move.
The commotion caught the attention of the others nearby.