Seeing Victor so anxious, the old man sighed and shook his head. "Barzini has gone missing with supplies worth seven trillion Federation credits."
Hearing that Barzini—and all the goods meant for him—had vanished, Victor's hair bristled like a lion's mane.
He completely lost it. With a thunderous bang, his body swelled several times over, and he smashed the palace floor with a single punch.
"Damn it! That bastard Barzini!"
"Does he even know what he's doing?"
"When I get out of the Genius Training Camp, I'll tear him to pieces with my own hands!"
With every line he yelled, Victor threw another furious strike.
Every strike left a vivid golden afterimage—that was the Golden Behemoth, the A-level familiar Victor had gotten not long ago.
The old man watched the behemoth's phantom grow clearer and showed a hint of approval in his eyes.
