Dylan, with no other choice, materialized and raised both of his hands. Karl, seeing him, was immediately surprised.
"Oh, it's you, Maya's friend," he muttered, smiling.
Dylan didn't respond; he just stared intently at Karl. Then, two of Karl's men, wearing the black military-like uniforms, opened the deposit box as directed by Karl, but when they opened it, the sword was no longer there.
"The sword isn't here, boss," one of his men said.
Karl looked furious. He immediately walked up to Dylan, raised his hand, and squeezed Dylan's cheeks.
"Where is the sword, huh?" he asked loudly.
"Heh... you think I'll just give the sword to you like that?" Dylan asked, mocking him.
"Slap," Karl immediately slapped Dylan so hard that Dylan felt dizzy and lightheaded, but the smile didn't vanish from Dylan's face, and he continued to stare sharply at Karl.
"Hand it over, or I'll kill them all. I won't hesitate to kill Maya, my adopted daughter," Karl said.
