"Greetings! It's too crowded here, make some room for me." Durken squeezed in with a smile, accompanied by the sound of bones cracking and flesh tearing.
When Durken returned with both himself and the cannon vehicle, Anthony was still in disbelief. Despite his preparations, he had deemed the chances of such a thing happening to be minuscule. Yet, it had actually occurred—it was absurdly improbable!
"Are you really Giralimo's uncle? Just an uncle—was it necessary to sacrifice so much for him? Privately commandeering a flying artillery vehicle to bombard a civilian plane is surely a serious crime, isn't it?" Anthony said, astonished.
This so-called uncle of Giralimo tried to stammer a reply, but Anthony interrupted by twisting his neck and snapping it: "I'll search for myself."
