The Gang Leader marched to the center atop the gate wall. He was a huge, shirtless brute with bulging muscles and a massive cleaver-like blade resting on his shoulder.
His face twisted in anger as he stared down at the lone intruder below.
With a thunderous voice that echoed across the fortress, he barked:
"Who the hell are you, bastard?! How dare you step foot here? Drop your weapon and raise your hands—maybe then, we'll let you die with a whole body—!"
Reon, standing calmly about a fifty meters away from the gate amidst a sea of pointed arrows, didn't flinch.
He slowly lifted his gaze, his eyes gleaming with disdain.
"Shut your filthy mouth, you coconut-headed clown," he said with a chilling calm.
"Open the gate. Or I'll pulverize it."
A sharp, stunned silence followed.
"C-Coconut... head?" the Gang Leader echoed blankly, as if struck by lightning.
Then—
"Pfft—Hahahaha!"
