บท 470: True Menace

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The seven victorious HG leaders—Aquila, Iron Reich, Kremlin, Red Dragon, Shinobi, Southern Cross, and Kalahari—stood at the edge of a platform's wreckage, their eyes fixed on the duel that was unfolding before them, on the train tracks.

They had arrived here one by one; the last of them was Kalahari, smelling of fresh blood.

"Helloo friends~ how's our phoneix doing?"

She was quite unlike her previous sadistic self, too happy-go-lucky for a time such as this.

Everyone there, except Aquila, ignored her, preferring to focus on the battle instead of playing along with one of her many whims.

"See for yourself."

Even he didn't bother explaining, too immersed to bother.

"Sure."

She shrugged her shoulders and joined them, her face now visible in the cold, dim light that flickered sporadically from the damaged overhead bulbs.

Her brown eyes were fixed at the center of the chaos, where Phoenix stood.