Sending Payback

"Sir, what should we do about this middle-aged woman?"

It was Dylan who asked. The assistant pushed his eyeglasses up then looked away from the tranced girl.

"I wonder?" Paul revealed a rare smile. "I feel like dealing with this damn boy first."

Sandro repeatedly tried to warp away and body-swap. When nothing worked, he felt furious and ashamed. Pride for boys his age was greater than the boundless universe.

"Heeeeyyyyy!!!" The full-fledged host angrily kicked at Paul's knee. However, the damn leg did not budge a bit.

The smiling devil grinned. "Yeah, hey, Fred's errand boy."

"I'm not his errand boy!!!"

Paul responded by putting more strength in his hand. Those around widened their eyes, finding it unbelievable that they seemed to hear sounds of bone cracking. Sandro admirably didn't let out a sound of pain.

The guy responsible for the bomber's plight nodded in praise, but his next words were nowhere pleasant to the ears.

"Tell me, boy. Since you know about me and tried to flee, it mu