"Potential… Villain List?"
The students once again looked at each other when they heard that. They were all still stunned about the explosion almost ripping off their faces, and they still couldn't fully grasp everything that was happening—and now something so inexplicably random was happening again.
There were people in uniform who weren't students, and they're calling themselves the Dark Millenium?
…And one of them has bombs strapped on him?
"Ah ah ah. Don't make any funny moves, children."
Katrina, who was closest to the two infiltrators, flinched at the man's words; her fats, jiggling wildly as she abruptly halted her steps.
"Did you really think your big, flapping, gasping-for-air, oil-stuffed ass could just sneak away like we wouldn't notice?" The infiltrator looked at her in the eyes before eyeing her from head to toe, "The ground literally shakes when you move. And I can hear your diabetes breathing from way over here."
