Richard stood beside the four-eyed man holding the communicator, surrounded by all the invaders, no matter their strength, lying passed out on the ground.
Even though Richard and Ulysses were only using avatars now, these First and Second Level small fry were no different from insects to them.
"Let me ask, can you tell me what organization you belong to?"
The four-eyed man looked around bewildered; Richard and Ulysses were too fast. Just a second ago, he was reporting everything was going smoothly, and the next second, the invading team had all fallen to the ground.
"You, you..."
The four-eyed man pointed at Richard, his intense emotions leaving him almost speechless. Richard sighed and shook his head, waving his hand casually, and a Soul Witchcraft that could soothe the soul fell upon the four-eyed man.
"Let me ask again, what organization do you belong to?"
Before the four-eyed man could answer, a voice came through the communicator in his hand.
