But clearly, these women were anything but docile. They had him surrounded from all sides. Especially Leah Fujiwara, leaning against the doorframe in her kimono, seemingly focused on cleaning her blade, but her gaze would occasionally sweep over him with fierce intensity.
"Leah, why don't you explain to everyone? Last night I wanted to watch you bathe..."
Before Yves King could finish his sentence, a flash of cold light glimmered, and he felt a chill across his chest. His shirt was sliced open from top to bottom, revealing his muscular torso. Gasping for air, he said, "I'm floored, grandma, are you playing for real?"
"Yves King, you'd better just surrender," Vivi Fisher said as she began to rub her hands together in anticipation.
Just then, Ilya walked in with a plate of fruit, saw the tense atmosphere in the hall, and couldn't help but say with a smile, "It's rare that we all get together, don't always pick on Yves King."
