Chapter 1825 One Man’s Strength!
- But the moment he finished speaking, a hole blew through his skull, and he dropped flat on the floor.
- “You idiot, what the hell are you babbling about!” Takayama Fukada glared at the Soul Society member sprawled on the ground and cursed.
- He wasn’t cursing Michael Shephard—he was cursing that Soul Society fool. The guy was a complete moron.