Seith's body shivered as he stared directly at the young lad, "What do you want?"
His fellow thieves were knocked out. White foam spilled out from their mouths, which were left wide-open. The few that were still conscious pretended to be dead, despite the fact that their true status was obvious.
His ki was starting to disperse and his body was gradually exhausted. He reckoned that he wouldn't be able to keep up this optimal state for a while.
Feeling alarmed, he looked front and back but could see nothing or someone that could help them.
Oh, now, he remembered. His gang had specifically picked this location for its secrecy.
It was at this moment he knew that…..he had fucked up!
In essence, he shot himself in his toe.
Watching the various looks appearing on Seith's face, Reve smiled, "What do I want? What do I want? Well, this is funny. Not long ago, it was you that wanted something, wasn't it?"
