"Huh? Much simpler?" Gray Mist raised an eyebrow, as if hearing a colossal joke, "Your defense is indeed strong, and your escape methods are somewhat cunning, but you think you can easily kill me—twice?
You are too naive. Do you believe that the methods you used to ambush me last time can work again? Impossible. I've already been on alert. Abandon your fantasies. I will definitely deal with you, this traitor... Pfft, ah!"
Before Gray Mist could finish speaking, his body suddenly shuddered, and he let out a muffled grunt as if heavily injured.
He widened his eyes, staring at Richard in front of him, looking at Richard's hands—without knowing when, Richard's hands had donned metal gloves, and just now, an energy capable of piercing everything shot out from those gloves, penetrating Gray Mist's body before he could react.
"This—"
Gray Mist looked dully at the round hole in his chest and then at Richard, his mouth opening and closing several times, unable to utter a word.
