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Casio spoke to himself as if no one else was around, evaluating the strength of the sunglass man. The members of the Sand Dust Organization, armed with weapons, swarmed around him, their silver daggers carving trails in the air. However, their onslaught made no impact.

Casio's hands blurred with speed, instantly managing to seize the wrists of two closest. The dagger in their hands was forced towards their own throats by an irresistible strength, stabbing directly through.

A few others who had just gotten close had their heads seized by a hand as big as a sandbag, smacked together like two leather balls.

With a dull groan, they passed out, bleeding from their broken heads.

Whew!

There was the sound of air being squeezed from the side.

Casio spun around like lightning, taking a heavy kick from the vest woman directly to his chest. His steel-like dark arms firmly seized her delicate ankle, and then he snapped it down like a scissor!

Crack!

Ahh!!!!!!