"Nice doing business with you, Mr. Tarkan. Until we meet again," Aron said, extending his hand for a handshake toward Tarkan.
Tarkan nodded but ignored the hand Aron had stretched out again. He didn't know what talent Aron possessed, and for all he knew, his ability might need physical touch to activate, just like how he used Revert.
Tarkan did not underestimate the man at all.
He was sure he had felt their killing intent earlier, and he wasn't going to let his guard down. Even though Tarkan had the timer to reverse time, he didn't want to rely on it for everything. He always believed prevention was better than cure.
Aron awkwardly withdrew his hand and scratched his head.
His men had brought the ten pigs Tarkan had sold in exchange for information on the Second Dimension. They lined them up in front of Aron.
Aron crouched down, touching them one after the other. Every time he did, the ring on his hand glowed faintly, and the pig body would disappear moments after.
