Bang!
A brass-colored bullet shot across half the tavern, heading straight for the body of Mishel Gold the Silver-tongued.
But just before it could hit, Mishel's hazel-brown eyes suddenly turned deep and dark.
The bullet abruptly curved, slightly upward, accurately hitting a glass filled with golden beer.
With a sharp crash, the glass instantly shattered, splashing the liquid all around.
At the same time, Mishel grabbed the glass of a nearby patron, spread his arm, swung his forearm, and threw it at Klein.
What was the point of that? Klein merely sidestepped, letting it smash against the wall.
At that moment, Mishel the Silver-tongued tumbled and scrambled toward the entrance to the underground area, trying to get inside to find backup or escape through a secret passage.
He had preliminarily identified the strange, mad adventurer as the assailant who had disguised herself as Elaine, boarded the Black Death, and assassinated Vice Admiral Disease
The fact that she had almost succeeded made him realize that in a one-on-one fight, he was no match for her!
This was a Pirate Admiral-level expert!
Thump, thump, thump! Klein gave chase to Mishel at high speed.
His figure was swift and agile; in such a chaotic tavern, he didn't even step on anyone.
Seeing the guards of the underground area rushing forward with their revolvers, seeing Mishel Gold about to pass through the entrance, seeing the tavern's watchmen closing in, Klein didn't hesitate. He abruptly clenched his left hand.
His black glove was instantly covered with fine, dark-golden scales, and his deep brown eyes suddenly faded, as if turning vertical.
Immediately after, an invisible wave erupted from him, sweeping outwards.
Where the wave passed, the crouching patrons collapsed weakly, trembling. The military liaison, Usk Kent, also clearly lost his reason, as if encountering the most terrifying thing in the world, wanting only to escape from here.
The watchmen closing in were the same, their hearts filled with immense terror, running around aimlessly, causing even greater chaos.
Clatter! The guards in the underground area dropped their guns. Some ran into corners and curled up, others stood trembling in place, their crotches visibly wet.
Mishel the Silver-tongued was also struck as if by lightning, fearfully turning in place at the entrance.
This was the Psychiatrist's "Deterrence," also known as "Dragon's Wrath," or "Mass Confusion"!
This was the only area-of-control Beyond power that Klein currently possessed!
At this moment, Klein's sprinting figure didn't stop. In a few steps, he rushed to Mishel's side.
Just then, a scene surfaced in his mind: Mishel, seemingly in great fear, suddenly raised his head, twisted his waist, swung his arm, and threw a punch straight at his head.
Klein didn't think. Fully trusting the Clown's danger premonition, he immediately bent his back and turned his body sideways.
Almost at the same time, Mishel the Silver-tongued sharply raised his head. His hazel-brown eyes were dark and clear, without a trace of confusion.
He had somehow shaken off the effects of "Dragon's Wrath"!
This was something Klein hadn't expected.
Bang! Mishel's muscles bulged. He twisted his back and swung his arm, unleashing a punch like a cannonball. But it didn't hit its intended target, striking the wall at the entrance.
Crash! Where his fist struck, the bricks and stones shattered and cracked, quickly forming a large hole surrounded by a web of cracks, and the whole tavern seemed to shake.
The power of this punch was countless times stronger than a revolver's bullet!
At this moment, Klein had already dodged to his side and rear. He straightened his body, and his glove seemed to be covered with a layer of gold.