Hearing this, the old man's expression darkened.
He pointed at his own face:
"See this?
This is what I looked like when I was young!
I was once so handsome and dashing, countless ladies, even M-women, sisters, housewives...
Too many wonderful memories!
Look at my body!
Strong, omnipotent...
I could live at least two hundred years, all of it high quality time...
But it's useless!
I've been duped!
Those three old dogs tricked me!
Now I can't even get out!"
A Gang Wind, filled with the force of strangulation, formed out of nowhere with the fluctuation of the old man's emotions, roaring around him but miraculously was confined to about ten centimeters outside his body, not affecting anything in the small space.
This precision in control was far better than Dean's.
"Phew~"
