"You, you, you..."
Staring at Brian holding his boss, a Third Rank Mutant - Old White, like a chicken in his hands, the burly old man's speech quivered.
Under extreme joy or sorrow, the body often can't keep up with the mind.
And that's the state the burly old man found himself in.
Brian found it amusing.
He flung the middle-aged man in his hand, "What, what, what's wrong with me?"
Slap—
The burly old man gave himself a slap, finally regaining his articulate speech, "I'm not dreaming, am I? You... you really are Brian, Billy's nephew???"
Brian shrugged. "Yes, it's me, you're not dreaming."
The burly old man gasped.
He pointed at the ferocious-looking middle-aged man in Brian's hand, "Do you know who he is? My organization's boss! A Third Rank Mutant Life! Ordinary people can't even break through his Life Magnetism, yet you... you're actually grabbing his neck right now, it feels like I'm dreaming…"
It was hard for the burly old man to accept what was before his eyes.
