Chapter 179: End of the Selections 2/3

{FOR FUCK SAKE, CYNRIK, STOP ANTAGONIZING PEOPLE WHO CAN OBLITERATE US WITH A SNEEZE!}

{BAH, we've got an OP bodyguard now; what's the harm?}

{Bodyguard or not, every time you do some outlandish crap like pointing your middle finger at someone who is clearly WAY stronger than you, you run the risk of some form of backlash. Just look how red in the face Lithlen is.} Huffing his response, Brance pointed at his grandfather with his eyes, causing Cynrik to follow in the same direction.

{HEHE, who knows, maybe my actions will cause him to keel over. That would definitely save us a metric fuck ton of trouble. Besides, it isn't that big of a deal…} However, just when he finished that thought, there was a soft hum several meters overhead. This sound made both brothers look up at the source only to find two drones flying by and recording the incident.