"You've finally finished crying, old man?" Leonel asked with a laugh.
Old Hutch only seemed to finally realize that Leonel was behind him at that moment. He blinked for a moment and then his eyes brightened.
"Don't make fun of me, brat. I've been making my enemies shed tears since before you were a thought in your father's sack. It was about damn time I shed a few."
Leonel laughed. The old man was still the same, it seemed. Well, the same in some aspects… and very different in others.
The old man's Dimension remained the same, but his Blade Force… that was very much different. Even Leonel could feel some pressure coming from it.
That man really had an obsession with his machete.
"Tell you what, old man. I'm kidnapping."
"Hm?" Old Hutch asked in confusion.
"Technically, you're supposed to be a warrior of the Slayer Legion, but we're not doing that anymore. You're coming under me."