Chapter 143
‘Pathetic brat.’
A twitch.
At Khal’s provocation, Kolchak furrowed his brow and released a surge of murderous intent.
Far from cowering before him—the eldest son of the Lord of Aspis—Khal’s nonchalant demeanor seemed utterly arrogant and reckless.
“I don’t know what gutter you crawled out of, but making me lose my temper here won’t end well for you.”
“I’ll give those words right back to you.”
“What?”
Kolchak retorted with a look of absurdity. Khal swept his bangs back and glanced at the members of Orca, including Kleiv.
“Every single one of you is a small-timer, and your schemes are far too shallow. Ah, I suppose it’s hard for dogs who lick their master’s boots to have any class, isn’t it?”
A surge of rage!
“You little—!”
Hit where it hurt, a member who had been about to confront Martin threw a punch.
CRASH!
“Gwaaaagh!”
Khal lightly evaded the blow and kicked the man away as if he were nothing more than a bothersome piece of luggage.
“…….”
A momentary silence fell over the area.
Even if they lacked class, as Khal said, the members of Orca were by no means weak. Among them were several Aura Users, and they possessed enough strength to be known as a power in the underworld.
Yet, he was treating such individuals like pebbles rolling around on the street.
Gulp.
Kleiv, the leader of Orca, asked Khal while unknowingly tensing up.
“Wh-who are you?”
“Kalliant Stark.”
The moment he spoke his name, Orca’s morale plummeted.
“St-Stark?!”
“N-no, wait. I heard the one who wiped out Menos Tempel was the Mad Dog of Lucon. Could it be?!”
