The wind swept through the ruined square, bringing with it a biting chill.
"M-Master…"
Hai Pig's teeth chattered as he stammered, questioning:
"Have you... have you been watching from the sidelines all along?"
White Ghost slightly tilted his head, the black goggles scanning the prostrate Hai Pig:
"What's the matter, do you have a problem?"
Under the gaze that was as cold as a snake, Hai Pig shivered all over:
"I... I..."
"Hmph."
White Ghost let out a cold laugh:
"You bunch of failures couldn't even withstand a single move from White Owl. Even if I intervened, I'd just be a cumbersome hindrance."
"Rather than getting involved in such an ugly mob fight, I'd prefer to wait for him to clear you all out, and then engage in a pure one-on-one duel."
Hai Pig was struck as if by lightning on hearing this.
The ecstatic relief of surviving was instantly replaced by a suffocating anger.
