Speechless. Everyone inside the bar's second floor lost their bearings, remaining like frozen statues for an extended period of time. At one point, Victor covered his eyes with one hand and drew in a deep breath, slowly exhaling right after.
"So the little punk knows how to talk." The fat guy grinned, veins bulging on his head.
Dante stared at him for a moment then drew his brows together.
"By the way, how did you even get here?" He turned around to the door. "Pretty sure those stairs barely fit one person, and you're, like, six or seven."
"Alright, kid, that's enough." Victor tried to step in. "You too, Greg, no need to-"
"No no, let him talk." The fat guy raised a hand to stop the fixer. "He clearly got something to say about my weight."
[Dante, this individual is attempting to dive into-]
Before Volcan could finish, Dante's hand flashed, and the next instant, he had his Blue Berry pointed at the fatty, once again freezing everyone in the room.
