"Come for us?"
Hearing White Mitchell's words, Pluto was visibly taken aback and looked at White Mitchell skeptically.
"This guy doesn't seem to have changed much from five years ago, but why do I feel such a strong sense of oppression standing in front of him?" Thinking, Pluto then said to White Mitchell, "Since you know we're targeting you, you should know that you can't escape, no matter what happens today."
"Can't escape?"
Upon hearing this, White Mitchell shook his head calmly, then he replied lightly to Pluto, "I didn't say I was going to run away today. In fact, maybe you're the one who should be running."
"Bluster! I want to see how much you have grown in these five years!" Pluto's face turned cold as he stamped his foot hard, transforming into a bullet-like figure, shooting off instantly.
Huh!?
At this moment, after hearing Pluto's words, a hint of turbulence finally appeared on White Mitchell's calm face.