As the mysterious white-haired girl turned to leave, Brad's eyes darted thoughtfully. He had just gained quite a lot and still could not move freely, so he could only stand stiffly where he was.
But Brad never lacked devious ideas.
"Whose little brat are you? Is this any place to wander around?"
Brad's voice drifted lazily over.
The girl abruptly stopped in her tracks.
Then she turned back in a fury.
"You're the little brat! I'm much older than you, okay?!"
The girl rushed up to Brad, bent a finger, and repeatedly rapped him on the forehead.
Donald stared blankly at the scene, then abruptly came to his senses. His expression darkened as he drew his long blade and pointed it at the girl from a distance. "Get away from Mr. Brad!"
The girl snorted disdainfully and waved her hand. A bubble appeared around Donald, then a wind rose from nowhere and blew him far away.
Brad glanced at Donald, who had already become a tiny speck on the horizon, and made a rough assessment.
"Are you the ruler here?"
"Of course not!"
The girl immediately denied it, but then seemed to realize she had said too much. Her white teeth gently bit her lower lip, and she looked determined not to say another word.
Brad, however, already had a fairly good guess.
"The man you blew away is called Donald. He's certainly no weakling in the real world, but he still hasn't returned after all this time. That means he can't even cut through a bubble you casually whipped up."
"The energy that just spilled out of me was comparable to the power of an ordinary supernova explosion, yet you suppressed it with ease.
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