Hearing Andrew's taunt, Orf's beard and hair bristled with rage.
He almost wanted to hurl the countless magic runes right into that old man's face.
Since breaking into the Superclass, he hadn't encountered anyone who dared talk to him like this in years!
"Calm down, Dean! Please, Dean!" Bronte quickly stepped forward to stop him. If Orf really went through with it, the entire Outer District, not to mention the meat factory below, would be obliterated.
"The high-level skills can't break it, and Superclass skills are unusable…" Orf grumbled, glancing at Bronte. "You'd better think of something. At this rate, everyone down there will be dead soon."
Bronte's mouth twitched slightly. The Mora family had obviously calculated that they wouldn't dare use force within the city, which was why they acted so recklessly. If he had a solution, they wouldn't be standing around wasting time here.
