Soon, under Lin En's almost flawless coordination and control, all the Young Spirits were purified in less than ten minutes.
Some of the Young Spirits wailed, some huddled together for comfort, and some recognized their big sister again and ran over to pour out their grievances.
But without exception.
They were all terrified of Lin En.
Mirror stared blankly at the scene, at a loss for words.
Lin En twirled his gun and put it away, then said with his eyes closed:
"I told you already, this was a three-to-five-minute job! They're just a bunch of little brats. Why bother persuading them one by one? Kids this age don't need all that reasoning! As if I couldn't handle a few tiny brats!"
Mirror opened her mouth in a daze, unable to think of a rebuttal.
"Come here!"
Mirror walked over blankly.
Lin En hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her tight against him. She instinctively tried to struggle in alarm, but he held her firmly in place.
Then, with a (▼ヘ▼#) expression, he swept his free hand toward the brats, holding their sister hostage to command them all.
"Call me Dad!"
At those words, every Young Spirit capable of understanding trembled.
(ΩДΩ)!
[Ding! Anna's anger toward you +30!] [Ding! Zarik's anger toward you +40!] [Ding! Linda's anger toward you +15!]
In that brief instant alone, the hundred-odd brats contributed nearly three thousand emotional fragments.
"You bastard! Let our sister go!"
"I'll kill you! Let my sister go!!"
"Demon! Villain! Kidnapper! Pervert dad!!"
The children around him shouted furiously, unleashing practically every insult they still remembered from their lives.
With a (▼へ▼メ) expression, Lin En hugged her even tighter and caught Mirror's chin in one hand.
"Call me Dad! Or I'll kiss her."
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