"Sam, why are you letting them walk away after that kid disrespected you like that?" the lady near Sam Richardson asked, a frown on her face.
"Ana... Ana... Ana..." the man said, his eyes finally leaving the masked boy who was walking away.
He patted Ana's shoulder gently.
"Do you think an Awakened can resist more than 5% of my aura pressure and still be alive?" Sam asked, locking eyes with her.
"That's impossible... but that still doesn't explain why you're letting the boy go," the woman replied, her expression confused.
Sam wrapped his hand around her shoulder, pulling her closer.
"That boy didn't just withstand 5%, I released a 100% without holding back.
Not only did he not flinch... it was like he had no idea I was even pressuring him," the man said, his tone grim now.
"Do you think, if it were you, you'd still want to pursue the matter?" Sam asked, a smile creeping back onto his face.
A chill passed through Ana's body in shock before she could even register it.
