บท 591: Spare Me, God! (R-18)

As Arran smashed his metallic fists on the glass wall, cyclonic ripples swept out and submerged in the wall. But contrary to his expectations of the glass distorting and breaking, the ripples started disappearing, without creating any damage. 

"No!"

Arran shouted, as through the disappearing ripples, he saw the bra slipping off his mother's arms and fall between her and Dr. Kiba.

The latter grabbed it and tossed it away. Perhaps it was a coincidence that it rolled through the air and struck on the glass wall, just opposite to Arran. 

"Bastard!"

Arran cursed as the bra hanged before him, barely five centimeters away. This was all the distance that stopped him from ensuring Dr. Kiba didn't become his motherfucker. 

The bra served the role of fueling his anger, and his body erupted with a swirling mass of metallic energy. His hands transformed into weapons, and he unleashed a terrifying attack.