Both Garek and Alex thought they must have misheard.
Garek narrowed his eyes and asked, "What do you want?"
Of course—there's no such thing as a free meal in this world. The masked figure clearly had the power to kill him, yet chose not to. That meant Garek had something this man wanted.
Noan shrugged. "Nothing, really. I'm just saving your life… for that kid over there."
Garek seemed to realize something and burst out laughing. "Hahaha… You want that little brat to take revenge with his own hands, don't you?"
"Exactly. You're sharp," Noan replied with a faint smile. "But to make the fight fairer, I'll just…"
Before he even finished the sentence, Noan waved his hand.
That same flash of light from earlier appeared again. It lasted only a split second, accompanied by the now-familiar low, bell-like hum.
Whoong!
A moment later, Garek's left arm dropped to the ground with a dull thud—blood gushing like a fountain.
"AAAA!!!"
