章 282: Sarcasm & Cup Noodles

"…The fuck happened to them?"

Currently, Malachi and Belloc were standing unnecessarily close together as they stared into a 'cell'.

Behind a wall of ultra concentrated hard light, a total of around twenty individuals were all unconscious on the floor.

Judging by the fact that most appeared to have soiled themselves, they must have suffered a great fright before passing out.

Malachi remembered the ungodly pressure his unwilling companion exerted only a few moments ago and he grimaced at the thought.

"It's your fault, dumbass... getting all pissy like that, its no wonder that they couldn't stay upright."

"All I'm hearing is that they're weak. Can't even handle me when I'm a little irritable." Belloc muttered. 

Malachi had no response to that, and truthfully he was starting to find death more preferable than this situation.

On a keypad just outside the cell, Malachi punched in a short code and the barrier dissipated into nothingness.