Elias's face was a sight. Both cheeks were swollen.
Perfectly symmetrical, too, like a small pumpkin.
His skin, though, looked much smoother!
It even had an oily sheen; sunlight glinted right off it.
"Mmphh… mmmphh…" Elias couldn't form a clear word.
You couldn't make out a thing he was trying to say, not even by guessing the sounds.
"Who… Who dares hit me and then run!"
Members of Silverwood Enforcers drew their weapons.
"Attacking Silverwood Enforcers within Silverwood Hidden Territory?" one of them snarled.
"Got a death wish?" another added.
…
…
"Yeah… Don't run if you've got the guts!" they yelled, scanning their surroundings, wary.
"Alright…"
Someone actually answered.
That voice… Everyone whipped their heads toward Ethan.
When their eyes landed on him, Ethan was squatting, munching on a handful of edamame.
A thought struck them. That liquid on Elias's face earlier… and now, looking at Ethan…
Wasn't that the juice from boiled edamame?
Did Ethan do it?
