Can I Go Now?

"So, can you let me go now?" Pietro painfully clutched his silver-white hair, looking utterly miserable. "You owe the Shenmao Bureau money and still want to run?" Saber wiped his blades, sneering repeatedly. "What do you take us for?" "This is... extortion! Yes, extortion! Let me tell you, my father is Magneto. Once he gets here, you're dead!" Pietro howled. He did not look too good right now. His hair was a complete mess, clearly unwashed for a long time, and there was even some coal dust on his face...