Problem Child

"Scarlet Ninja? Are you going to stop me? I thought you were someone like me, someone who believed in the ideal of perfect justice..." Sweet Mask's expression darkened. He struggled twice before barely managing to break free. Even though he considered himself at least mid-tier among the S-Class, he now realized that his physical body was still somewhat inferior to Meikyō's. "No, what I mean is, these are King-san's spoils of war. Even if they're to be dealt with, you should ask him first, shouldn't you?