Happy Street.
The Mech Demon blinked, his gaze flickering as he watched the young man. Something wasn't right. Why did this guy seem so confident, so unafraid?
Did he think he could survive the onslaught of the Mist Association's numerous biological weapons?
After all, he had a good idea of this human youth's fighting ability from their encounters yesterday.
Even with two first-class biological weapons, he could only handle one or two hunters at most. One against a hundred was a fool's dream.
"So you knew we were coming?" The Mech demon narrowed his eyes and decided to investigate.
Charles replied calmly with crossed arms, "Of course. After all, you've lost a meat puppet and three hunters to me. Unless the Mist Association admits defeat, you won't give up easily."
The Mech Demon sneered, "You're pretty bold, huh? Since you knew we were coming, why not run for your life? Do you think you have what it takes to defeat us?"
