"Is that really what he said?" A middle-aged man asked with a frown as five people entered his office, completely out of breath.
Those five individuals had been running for their lives ever since they had left the Multiverse's General Store. With a simple glance, the owner had made it impossible for them to move their limbs. There was no way in hell that they would be going back there. If they did… death was a possibility.
"Y-Yes… he told us to tell you that message word for word."
"Did you at least manage to do some damage to the store?"
The men shook their heads. "No, he was too strong. We could not do anything."
Axel gritted his teeth as he turned around in his chair. "You're all dismissed."
The five men quickly left the room and as soon as the door closed, Axel pressed a button on his desk and said, "Get rid of them discreetly; we don't want rumors to spread."
Axel took a deep breath as he heard a confirmation from the other side.
"That son of a bitch…" He shook his head.
