My vision was dyed completely red with rage.
The slave trader boss's office looked like it had sunk into a pool of blood.
My eyes were probably bloodshot.
THUD!
I slammed my fist on the desk in anger. It split cleanly into two large pieces, sending countless splinters flying.
"Ugyaaaah!"
Screams—maybe from one person, maybe from all of them—filled the room.
When I stomped on the floor, the entire building shook violently up and down with a roar louder than the men's screams, and the floor gave way.
"Hiiiiiiiii!"
All of us fell to the first floor along with the shattered wood.
I landed cleanly on both feet, but the entire slave trader group collapsed pathetically.
Ah, I'm such a softie. One of the logs that had been supporting the floor was about to smash straight into the true boss's head, so I grabbed it and stopped it. Even though he was my hated enemy, I couldn't just let him die.
"Did you grab the log?!"
I said it because I felt like I should.
