I rushed out and shot that force in a flash.

puff!

Suddenly there was a bloodstain on the ground. It seems that the painting itself was badly damaged. Now is a good opportunity. I must not miss this opportunity.

I quickly opened my eyes and saw a man standing there in the painting, half kneeling on the ground in a leather suit, with his hands over his chest. The pool of blood on the ground was what he spit out.

The man was so nauseous that he wore a woman's leather coat and had long hair.

Without saying a word, raising your leg is a foot, which makes you look...