"AHHH!! MY EYES!!"

A screeching scream filled the warehouse. Eron appeared in front of Teren and protected him, baffling those who attacked, Seventh and Sixth.

"HELP! IT HURTS!!"

Eight was still stabbed in the eyes. Teren didn't move from his spot as if he knows that Eron will take action.

"PLEASE-!! ARGH!!"

"Seventh, Sixth, calm yourselves, if you attack Sir Teren, you will be in a worse condition."

"MY EYESS!!"

"But Uncle Eron..! Look at what that freak's doing!"

Seventh pointed with anger.

"SEVENTH, HELP ME!!"

Eron's face contorted and looked at Teren, he then asked-

"Sir Teren, could you please let Eight go?"

"Uncle Eron..!" even Sixth felt the situation was unfair.

"Hm, if the two of them apologize, I will let him go."

Teren carried Eight by his eyes.

"ARGHH!! STOP WIGGLING YOUR FINGERS, YOU BASTARD!!"

Mike and his group all gulped, seeing this. They want to vomit but they don't want to attract any attention so they just moved their eyes away from the disturbing scene.

"Apologize!? Uncle Eron, this freak is shameless!"

"If you call him freak one more time..." Eron just glared at Seventh. Even with sunglasses in between their eyes, Seventh shut his mouth up.

Not just blood but tears also poured from Eighth's eyes.

"Brother Seventh, Sister Sixth, please...!!"

He pleaded as he cried. The pain was too much that he just want it to stop.

Sixth, who just arrived near them looked at Seventh. Knowing that there's no choice, they both bowed their heads and apologized.

"We're sorry for attacking you... Sir Teren."

The two of them said in synch.

Plop*

Eighth then dropped onto the ground which Seventh and Sixth immediately ran up to him.

"I repeat, if you do this again, I won't take it lightly."

"May I ask, Sir Teren, what did Eighth exactly do?" Ivan intercepted with a question which Eron nodded.

"I caught him ogling at her."

Teren pointed at Iesa, who was just silently on standby near the entrance.

"Is she... a part of the 'Special Force' too?"

"... no."

Teren said.

'She's without the force.'

He then got embarrassed by his own thoughts.

Eron and Ivan looked at each other and the latter chose to no longer pursue it. However, the others have different thoughts.

'So that was just the first warning...?'

'I don't think that guy will be able to repeat that... he wouldn't even be able to see now...'

Catherine: 'So he was still giving us mercy last night. He can do more...'

Iesa: 'This is the guy that I've been hearing thoughts? So Teren came here because he saw my disturbed expression?.. they aren't hearing my heartbeat, are they? I-... I feel like it's going to pop out of my chest.'

She slowly placed her hand on her chest with an indifferent face, wanting to calm herself down.

'I want a smooch right now.. so bad!'

Iesa internally groaned, fortunately, she stopped herself.

While everyone else was having different thoughts, Ivan and Eron have a more serious facial expressions. They were in a more difficult situation than they thought.

All they know was that Teren can 'sense' people even if they're invisible. However, from the way how he spoke earlier, it was as if he clearly saw Eighth ogling which shouldn't be possible if he can just 'sense' his presence.

But the truth was much simpler, oblivious to the Drago siblings.

Teren just glanced at Iesa... for some reason. Then he saw her uncomfortable expression. He's aware that Iesa wouldn't act out of line not to get attention for herself, that is why he moved. He could sense the presence so he just moved accordingly.

About the ogling, that was just a smart guess. Everyone could agree that Iesa is a beauty in another league that even Catherine coudln't hold a candle. Therefore, what was this man doing there near her?

Since Eighth didn't rebuke, it just means that he's right, fooling the Drago siblings unintentionally.

"Seventh, Sixth, put Eighth away. Well then, Sir Teren," Ivan then spoke of their true agenda, "About your request, of course, we'll take these people in. Even if they're weak as ants, they're still manpower. And if they failed the criteria at the end of the day, we can just... throw them away, right?"

"Yeah, they're yours... as a gift."

Teren replied.

"Then it's a deal."

Ivan reached out his hand and the two shook their hands again.

"Well then, I hope we can continue doing such business in the near future."

When Ivan was about to wear his hood, Teren stopped him.

"Wait"

"Is there anything more, Sit Teren?"

"I would like you and your people to watch a show."

For the first since he entered the warehouse, Teren smiled, sending chills upon everyone who saw it.

"A show...?"

Ivan nervously gulped.

"Old man, bring Clade at the center please."

At once, Hanon and Old Derman somehow knew what Teren was up to. Clade began sweating bullets. From what he saw, there are a lot of stronger people here than him but Teren seemed dominating them. Furthermore, this Devil Himself is just like what his name entails.

Now, what will happen to him?

His crippled body trembled. But the moment Old Derman pushed his whelchair, he began to shout.

"W-wait, old man, are you really giving me to his hands!? Aren't you the one who ordered me to scout him and kill him!? This is unfair, it's injustice! Injustice!"

Old Derman wasn't that happy either. He had a darkened expression and his step brought weight to his body.

"Mister Derman... let me."

With consideration, Hanon took the handle of Clade's wheelchair.

"Hanon, aren't we friends!? You're the one who stood me up back then! If you're there, I wouldn't be in that situation!"

Clade nervously blamed the two.

Hanon just sadly sighed. The two felt like it was a whole eternity even though they just traveled for a few meters.

"This man here is the one who reported me to the SSDA."

Teren walked forward. With one sentence, everyone, except Mike's group, knew what happened. Judging eyes were being cast upon Clade, a rat. He was seen as a coward. However, it was not that awful as everyone understood that the one he reported was the Devil Himself.

"Wait..."

Hanon then took everyone's attention.

"I reported you too."

"Hanon...!"

Clade looked at Hanon with a warm gaze. Even though it was better that it was just him who will be 'punished', with Hanon with him, he felt much better.

"Ah, is that so, okay."

Teren didn't react that much before putting his hand on top of Clade.

"W-what are you doing..?"

"Taking your Spirit away."