"Take out his finger? As in what? What's he talking about?" Someone asked in confusion.
"Does it mean chop off his fingers?" Another whispered.
"Is this allowed? Even if he's angry, he shouldn't casually say such things. Take out his fingers, my ass."
"Compared to his soul shards and the possibility of losing his life, a finger is nothing. It seems like he's sending her since it's inconvenient to do it personally due to their huge power disparity." Another whispered.
"Even then, can Rona that good for nothing pretty face defeat Leo? Come on, I know she's powerful, but Leo is no pushover either." A young man of about seventeen said, watching with interest.
"Things are getting more interesting. I didn't waste today by coming here. Indeed, it's not a waste at all. It has been a long time since I saw such a good drama." Yang Yang whispered, watching eagerly.
Lord Frost frowned at him, the disapproval in his eyes glaring.
