Wells

Ansel watched in interest as the gangsters were taken in for prison. Though, looking at their still-confident and menacing expressions, he reckoned this was counted as a childish 'timeout' instead.

Ansel's sights followed them as they were hauled out and his eyes inevitably met with the lead gangster's, who was sending him a warning glare.

In response, Ansel crossed his arms and smirked, sending him the middle finger, which made the latter explode and sprint to him.

He easily did so, too, and it was either he was super strong…, or the ties were just for show.

Ansel had a feeling it was the latter.

"Looks like you don't want to escape from a beating, eh?" Ansel smirked, his hands raised and entering a ready-to-kick-butt posture.

However, before Ansel could beat him to a half-dead state, the other of the Lord's guards surrounded the man and took him down, tying him up more snugly.