Chapter 17 017

Motojiro Iwai's downfall was swift, and he himself was not surprised by it at all.

Leaving aside James Barry's indifference, the fact that Exupéry could ignore the bomb explosion was enough to make Motojiro Iwai fall down dozens of times over.

His combat ability was already among the lowest of the Port Mafia's ability users.

After all, the "Lemon Bomb" is just a special type of attack that ignores certain attacks; its combat power is entirely based on the bombs it contains.

It's awkward if the opponent doesn't take the explosion damage.

Having been beaten up by Exupéry and successfully knocked to the ground, Motojiro lay there with teary eyes, watching Vladimir, who had straightened his clothes, turn his two baskets of lemon bombs into two jars of lemon-flavored lozenges right in front of him.

Seeing the defeated Motojiro, Vladimir grinned maliciously, holding up two cans of oral candy.

"How about I feed you this, and then I'll try dispelling my ability?"

"Can I not take it because it will feel very uncomfortable?" Motojiro Yui, who wouldn't be hurt by the lemon bomb, remained calm. "It will make my stomach bloated."

Thinking about the shockwave from the bomb explosion, Motojiro Iwai added another sentence.

"It might also cause stomach upset."

The veins on Vladimir's head were bulging.

Exupé, holding a lemon he had taken out out of curiosity, looked at the ground-based Kijiro, then at the furious Vladimir, and finally at Barry, who was watching the show from above.

"Barry, should we stop them now?"

Barry, who was floating in the air watching the show with his hands behind his back, glanced at Exupéte curiously. "Exupéte, do you want to break up the fight?"

“Hmm.” Exupéry held up the lemon in his hand—“He gave me something, so he must be a good person.”

"That was a bomb, not a gift!" Vladimir, who had already pried open Kijiro's mouth to pour out the candy, turned to Exupé and shouted, "And that's what I gave you after you asked me for it!"

“So I took his things,” Exupéry readily changed his tune—“So I felt I should help him.”

Barry thought for a moment, then turned to look at Vladimir as well, "Why don't you stop, you pervert?"

Vladimir turned his head to look at Barry in the sky.

Huh?

Even Motojiro, whose mouth was being pried open, looked over in surprise.

“Because you’re all perverts.” James Barry’s eyes gleamed with righteous indignation. “People of our own kind should respect each other!”

Exupé, who didn't understand what Barry was saying, nodded in agreement.

The veins on Vladimir's forehead were even more prominent.

He was certain that if he died in the UN, he would either be scared to death by Romain Rolland or driven to death by those two guys.

What angered him most about the two of them was...

"You don't need to repeat that I'm a pervert so many times!"

Background board: Motojiro Iwai: So you know you're a pervert!

These two are the only ones in the entire UN who constantly talk about being a pervert.

He's a pervert, that's true, but who talks like that all the time?

He wouldn't mind if you shouted it a couple of times occasionally—after all, that's the truth—but isn't it going too far to shout it every day? It's one thing if Exupéry was corrupted, but that bastard Barry is definitely doing it on purpose.

"By the way, how do you know he's a pervert?"

Barry pointed to the strip of cloth on Motojiro's body.

"Because he was naked in the street, he must be a pervert."

“Barry.” Upon hearing this, Exupé suddenly tugged at Barry’s sleeve. “He said his clothes were torn by Vladimir.”

Barry's expression suddenly lit up.

Almost instantly upon hearing those words, Barry's expression changed, and he dramatically covered his mouth, "Oh my god, I misspoke. It's not two perverts, but one pervert who's even more perverted."

Vladimir, who had just been given a shove of grotesque saliva: ...angry_

"You two..." Vladimir, who could only attack in ordinary ways, was helpless against the two guys in front of him. "Fine, I won't kill them then."

"Oh, you're really not going to do it?" James Barry seemed surprised.

"I just wanted to take this opportunity to call you a pervert, I didn't really mean to advise you."

"You bastard, just say it out loud!" Vladimir roared. "You're clearly older than me!"

“I haven’t grown up, you’ve turned yourself from an old man into a little girl.” Barry explained seriously, “A child who hasn’t grown up will always be a child.”

"Also, your age has nothing to do with whether you're a pervert or not; you're just a pervert."

He took the opportunity to call Vladimir a pervert twice more: "Hold on, hold on, be a lady, be a lady, you can't out-argue this bastard pretending to be a child."

Stomping his foot angrily, Vladimir turned and left.

Barry and Exupé exchanged a glance, then shouted at Vladimir.

"Hey, you pervert, are you really going to abandon him?"

Vladimir didn't even turn around.

"I'm so annoyed by the two of you that I don't want to deal with him anymore!"

And if you think about it carefully, stuffing a bomb inside your stomach would definitely cause a bunch of filth to come out.

She's a lady; she wouldn't do something so disgusting.

Moreover—this disgusting guy doesn't even have the interest to purify people's minds and bodies (to use their abilities).

After another one-sided stare-down with Exupé, Barry waved to Exupé to signal him to follow, then drifted off in the direction Vladimir had gone.

Exupé glanced at the backs of the two people ahead, jogged over and placed the lemon in front of Motojiro Iwai, then jogged after Vladimir and James Barry.

After lying on the ground for a while, and finally recovering, Motojiro picked up the lemon that Exupé had placed in front of him and tossed it indifferently.

"I felt pitied."

Grabbing the lemon, he jumped up from the ground, and Motojiro was fully recovered.

"We should go back to headquarters and report now!"

—As for how the naked Motojiro Yui drove a truck all the way back to the Port Mafia and brought back a bunch of negative rumors, that's another story.