Chapter 135: Photos

Listening to their conversation, Charles was taken aback, for he had not expected Tuba and 134 to know each other, let alone for a staggering four centuries.

Glancing at the nearby Unicorne, Charles turned his prosthetic into a chainsaw and swiftly sliced beneath him.

The insect's legs, spurting green blood, snapped off, and Charles, stepping on the squishy flesh, lunged toward 134 like a cheetah.

As 134 was yelling at Tuba, she did not look back, raising her left hand, and Charles was suspended midair by the familiar telekinesis.

"Click, click, click," the gears inside Charles's prosthetic rotated rapidly, and a sharp Anchor Hook shot directly toward 134's petite frame.

134's body swiftly floated up, dodging Charles's attack. Because of the dodge, the constraints on Charles vanished.

Missing such an opportunity was out of the question for Charles. Reaching to his waist with his right hand, his revolver appeared in his grasp. He fired repeatedly at 134.