"Who are you?"
The Fifth observed the man who appeared in front of them out of nowhere. He had never seen that man before. The man was also not wearing SMF's uniform.
"What did you do? Answer me!"
"Can you shut up?"
The man closed his mouth after hearing the unexpected words. He blinked a few times before reopening his mouth.
"What did you say?"
Alan folded his arms and walked towards the two SMF agents who were sprawled on the ground.
"Are you fucking deaf? I told you to shut up!"
"...."
The Fifth clenched his jaw, flames of anger flared in his eyes.
"How dare you talk to me like that? Who do you think- mffmmf??!!"
But he couldn't finish his words.
Before he could do so, his lips gut glued to each other.
Yes, they literally got stuck to each other as if they were sewed.
"MMFFMM!!!"
The Fifth attempted to say something again, but his lips didn't move.
His angry expression was replaced by a frightened face in the blink of an eye. He looked down in panic, although he couldn't see his own lips, and then turned to Alan.
"MMFF!!!?? MFF!!"
"Hahaha!"
Alan burst into laughter.
"I wanted to try that once on SFB bastards since they did that to me when they rushed into my house like barbarians, but anyway! A bastard is a bastard! You had to shut that mouth of yours when I said so! Haha!"
"MMMMFFF!!!"
Alan laughed as if he was enjoying seeing The Fifth in that kind of state and strolled towards Darren.
Tap Tap Tap
He hit Darren's body with his foot.
"Yo, move your ass. I can't keep that bastard frozen like that forever."
Tap Tap Tap
He hit Darren gain, this time harder and on the stomach.
"...."
Swallowing his saliva, Darren moved his upper body and sat down.
"You did that?"
He looked at the great and super strong enemy that was now frozen in his place and could only glare at Alan with his eyes wide open.
"I said move your fucking ass!"
POW
In his answer, Alan kicked his back with his foot again.
"OWW! H-hey!"
POW POW POW
"Get the fuck up!"
"You are literally -OW- Beating me -Argh- How am I supposed to -Ack- Get up?"
Surprisingly, Alan's kicks were quite powerful and him hitting Darren where he was injured made his body hurt even more.
POW
With a final kick, Alan finally let go of Darren and strode over to Carlson, stomping the ground angrily and mumbling something to himself.
"MMFFMM!!!!"
The Fifth was struggling so hard to move, yet all he could do was make weird noises.
Seeing Alan approach him with an annoyed face, Carlson hurridly got up and grabbed his sword.
"I- I will take care of him!"
His body was shaking due to pain and he was out of strength. He couldn't even move properly, but as looked warily at Alan, he held his sword tougher and walked towards The Fifth.
"FFMMM!!"
With a loud groan, The Fifth moved the power stored in his soil with all of his might.
An unknown force was blocking his aura from moving, but what he had to do was to overpower that force, right?
Gathering every ounce of aura in one place within his body, The Fifth attempted to push the force that blocking his aura.
"!!"
And he was successful.
Carlson halted after sensing the sudden emergence of aura around the man. He could sense the powerful invisible aura condensing in one place once again.
"HO!"
Alan exclaimed in surprise while looking at The Fifth.
"MMF!! MEFEMFE!!!"
His mouth was still closed, but they could understand what he wanted to say just by looking at his burning gaze and angry face.
The aura condensed more and formed four invisible blades. The blades were sent towards Alan as soon as they were created.
"...."
Alan stared at the man.
He looked at the man's face, before a wry smile formed on his lips.
"Look at this brat!"
As those mumbles left out his lips, the aura blades shattered.
"MMFF!"
The next moment, The Fifth's face twisted in pain.
He suddenly felt all of his aura return back to his body at a fast pace. It was his own aura but he felt as if he was hit with something powerful.
The Fifth frowned and took a deep breath.
'Just what-'
What was going on?
It wasn't just him, Darren and Carlson were staring at Alan with strange looks on their faces.
As fellow aura users, it was almost fear that they were sensing.
No one could comprehend the situation.
"OY!"
Alan shouted towards Carlson who was frozen in place like a statue.
"I w-will take care of him right away!"
Carlson shuddered for some reason as he looked at Alan and once again stepped towards The Fifth.
"MMFF!!"
The Fifth glared at them angrily, but couldn't really stop them. He couldn't move his mana at all.
He could see the blade of the man that was shining under the sunlight.
He knew that they probably wouldn't kill him.
They would try their best to capture him alive. He had heard that SMF had some good healers. They would probably injure him to the point that he would pass out, then heal him and throw him behind the bars.
'I can run away even if they capture me... but...'
But, would his boss spare his life even if he scaped?
He glared at the chicken-pajamas man with resentment and anger.
'Just what kind of power is that?'
He had never experienced something like this.
It was just then
SHHHH
He felt something just right behind him.
"Boss, we are-"
The familiar voice stopped midway.
'Ah, those two!'
Once he peeked to his side, he could see a man with a cloak exiting a portal.
"Who-"
"What?"
Darren and Carlson both flinched at the sight of the portal and the man and hurriedly walked to Alan's side.
"Um..."
The man looked between The Fifth and Alan for a moment as if he was surprised. He then grabbed The Fifth without any hesitation and dragged him towards the portal.
"Ah?"
The man's body stopped moving midway and he froze in his place before being able to reach the portal.
"...."
But that was only for a moment.
The man looked down at his feet then glance at Alan, tilted his head, and took a step towards the portal again.
"What was that?"
He mumbled that to himself as if he didn't get what just happened to him and threw The Fifth, who was staring at him with a shocked face, into the gate.
"Huh?"
Alan's eyes opened wide. He looked at the man, his eyes slightly shaking.
'How is this possible?'
He stared at the man who was once again frozen in place with his power.
"Ah, this is not funny!"
The man moved his feet again as if it was nothing and walked to the portal. He halted for a moment and turned to Alan.
"Yo, pajamas bro!"
"Huh?"
Alan was still staring at him with an odd expression, but the man didn't seem to mind that.
Mr. Hey continued talking, not caring about the others' expressions.
"How could you do that to me?"
"Huh?"
Alan frowned.
"Why didn't you tell me it wasn't SFB but SMF? Why??!!!"
"...."
Alan's frowning face turned blank.
Again, not caring about Alan's face, the man continued his words.
"Do you know how embarrassing it was? Are you not ashamed of yourself?"
"...."
Alan blankly stared at the man.
He was speechless for the first time in a while.
"Anyway, that was not funny either!"
The man said that and disappeared into the portal.
"...."
And the three of them left just like that.
Alan just decided to ignore that man's last words.
'Why? Why didn't it work? Was it because I used it too much recently?'
Alan thought about the man whom he wasn't able to stop.
He didn't know why this happened. He couldn't think of an answer.
But there was something he was sure about.
'It was twisted...'
He was sure about that one thing.
"Um..."
Darren slowly walked towards the spot where the three people entered the portal.
"What just happened?"
He looked at Alan and Carlson, waiting for an answer.
Clang
Carlson threw his sword away.
"They ran away..."
He plopped down to the ground, exhausted.
"But who the heck was that man? Hey, Alan, did you know him?"
"....."
Snapping out of his thoughts, Alan turned his gaze towards Darren and Carlson.
"They ran away."
He muttered that under his lips.
"THEY RAN AWAY!"
He clenched his jaw and glared at the two agents.
"...."
"...."
Darren subconsciously took one step back. He felt chills run down his spine for some reason.
"AFTER ALL THE SHIT I WENT THROUGH TO LOCATE THESE MOTHERFUCKERS, THEY RAN AWAY!"
Carlson gulped and slowly stood up.
"YOU TWO SHITS LET THEM GET AWAY!"
With fires burning in his eyes, Alan looked at the two men who were slowly walking away from him.
"Umm... Look..."
"YOU COULDN'T MOVE THAT FUCKING ASS OF YOURS! FUCKING BASTARDS! YOU SHITTY ASSHOLES!"
Darren and Carlson warily eyed the clenched fists of Alan that were shaking due to anger and took another step back.
Alan moved one step closer and picked up Carlson's sword from the ground.
"...."
"...."
Darren raised both his hands in the air.
"L-Look, let's calm down, okay? You know we-"
"WITH THIS SWORD, I... YOUR SHITTY ASS!"
Tap
Alan took one step forwards, making the two others move back again.
'Mom, I'm sorry I wasn't a good son to you.'
Darren could see the memories of his life flash through his eyes.
'Team leader, I'm sorry I slept all the time and didn't listen to half of your words.'
He looked at Alan and gulped.
"HELP!!"
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