"Deputy Dean Mani!"
The drunken hunters abruptly stood up. The numbness of their nerves, long dulled by alcohol, only now began to sense that there was something malevolent about the newcomer.
Boom...
Casio's cape, inlaid with golden threads, suddenly flared up. An invisible aura spread out like a shockwave, causing the air in the Office Hall to churn tumultuously in an instant. His domineering and aggressive aura aggressively squeezed the air, making it increasingly difficult for those around him to breathe. A few hunters who rushed toward him moved with difficulty, their legs as soft as if they had been on a drug high all day. Some faces turned pale, others flushed.
