Meanwhile, back in the Bastard Bandits' cave, an anxious bandit slowly entered Blazelle's room.
"Tell me you have good news," she said, threatening him. "Have we destroyed their Golden Road?"
"...gulp…"
Finally, the bandit was able to gather up some courage.
"...no, miss."
"What was that?"
"...no…we were not able to do that."
Blazelle got up from her throne made out of igneous rocks, still glowing with magma.
"We sent out half of our remaining forces. What do you mean they failed?!"
The bandit had no answer for that. Even he didn't know the full details. The only thing he knew was that the bandits who went on a mission never returned, just like all the bandits who attacked Reborn. They just mysteriously disappear.
"How are they doing this?! The weakest bandits on our roster are 4-star fighters! How are they winning against us?!"
