At the sight of this young man, Half-Face Mask's head filled with question marks.
What was going on? Could someone tell him what the hell was going on?!
While they had been fighting for their lives over there, someone had been sitting nearby watching them like a show?!
And just look at him: wearing his little shirt, leaning back on his little sofa, sipping his little drink. Everything about him screamed leisure!
Then look at them. Never mind the two who no longer looked human-even Half-Face Mask was covered in dirt, his white suit now gray.
The contrast in both their appearances and their bearing could not have been sharper.
For a moment, Half-Face Mask felt a little resentful...
Why?! One wrong move and we could die, and you think we're all actors? Just here for your amusement?
Who are we? We're CP0, an intelligence agency under the Celestial Dragons, officially part of the World Government! Who out there doesn't tremble at the sight of us, practically ready to drop to their knees? And you're treating us like clowns?
I was already pissed off after being pushed around by Tesoro today, and now you're provoking us too!
Unacceptable!
As the saying went, resentment made people hotheaded, hotheadedness sent their reason plummeting, and when reason plummeted, people did unexpected things.
So Half-Face Mask immediately decided to take his anger out on this young man! He would kill him brutally!
His feet moved in rapid succession, sending four slashing waves toward the young man's limbs. He had no intention of letting him die so easily. First, he would sever his limbs, then take him back for a good round of torture! He would leave him unable to live or die, until he finally crawled at his feet and begged to be killed!