Bab 1203: The Cooking Crew, Not The Getting Cooking Crew!

Villain Ch 1203. The Cooking Crew, Not The Getting Cooking Crew!

Allen, now standing a little back and watching, shrugged, his tone light. "I guess this is what we're up against. A bunch of fish-heads who didn't read the rulebook on fighting."

"Or cooking," Larissa added dryly, her eyes glinting as she readied her Blood Manipulation skill. She flicked her wrist and sent a thin tendril of blood out from her fingertip, wrapping it around the nearest merman's pan before snapping it out of his hand.

The merman yelped and fell backward, scrambling as his pan flew out of his hands and landed with a loud clink on the coral floor. The merman scrambled to grab it again, but his hands were slick from the electric shock and the slippery water, and he only succeeded in sending it sliding across the floor.

"Nice one," Shea called, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Who knew that pans would be so difficult to hold onto underwater?"