"What... what do you think you're doing!? There's an officer nearby, don't mess around!"
Messiah Anderson watched as White Mitchell strolled toward him, his whole body shaking with fear. His threats now seemed feeble and powerless.
He never imagined that White Mitchell could fight so fiercely. The brushes Hans Weiden had mentioned turned out to be steel brushes.
It completely overturned his understanding.
In the face of such a powerful White Mitchell, Messiah Anderson felt like a tiny ant.
But White Mitchell ignored Messiah Anderson's threats, his expression remained calm.
"Come the way you came, go the way you came!" White Mitchell said expressionlessly to Hans Weiden.
Upon hearing this, Hans Weiden's face darkened, and he glared at White Mitchell, as if he wished to tear him apart.
He felt humiliated. Very humiliated!
Being defeated by White Mitchell repeatedly was a blow he had never experienced before.
