"Who are you?" a woman in front asked.
They were all Ifrits. And didn't look very strong. In fact, he wouldn't even need to lift a finger if he wanted to kill them all. That was how weak they were. But in Melissa's case, perhaps that would truly be a problem.
"Perhaps I should be asking you the same thing, ladies," Amari replied.
None of them seemed to realize what was going on.
"Oh my. We're just some housewives coming to visit an old friend of ours. No need to worry about us. What about you, handsome?"
He scoffed. Old friend his ass. Melissa's 'house' was on the residential floor, but it was far separated from the rest of the houses. She didn't leave around anyone else, so it was quite easy to tell that they were all lying.
"Is your old friend a little girl that you assaulted and beat down?" he asked, readying himself to strike at any moment.
