A Luo gave a cold laugh.
"Can't figure out how I managed to pull this off?"
Chrollo said nothing, merely watching the little girl before him in silence.
A Luo lashed out with a kick, sending the man who had enslaved and bullied her day after day flying.
"I've cooked for you every day all this time. So? Were all those delicious dishes really that tasty?"
The girl's expression turned utterly cold, like ice that had remained frozen for a thousand years. A single glance was enough to feel its bone-deep chill.
"I begged you again and again! How many times did I tell you my mom was still waiting for me to save her? But what did you do? What did I ever do to you? Why did you have to keep me tied to your side over something so trivial, to torment however you pleased, to enslave and order around?"
Thinking of the humiliation and compromises she had endured for over a year, along with all the beatings, insults, and punishments, A Luo felt her fury rush straight to her head!
The little girl strode over, grabbed Chrollo where he lay after her kick, and unleashed a barrage of punches and kicks, venting all the hurt and resentment she had bottled up.
Pakunoda was frantic. She struggled to move her body, trying to get over there and stop A Luo.
Machi, meanwhile, stood calmly in place without moving.
Shizuku blinked, looking adorably blank.
"Oh, Pakunoda, stop wasting your energy. Little A Luo's Nen is unbelievably strange. Not only does it feel like the Nen inside me has been sealed, I can't muster any strength at all... even if you manage to struggle over there, you won't be a match for her as she is now. You might as