Dreyfus felt utterly disrespected.
Not only had Lancel been fighting him this entire time without properly utilizing his weapon, but he had also now gone out of his way to drag Dreyfus into a fist fight.
Back then, Dreyfus clearly remembered beating Lancel into a bloody pulp with nothing but his bare hands.
Nevertheless, surely things had not changed that much in just a single year. Especially when he was doped with the mushrooms.
Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!
Despite Dreyfus's massive size, his speed remained terrifyingly fast. Every step shook the ground as he charged toward Lancel like a rampaging beast.
And Lancel… he was clearly provoking him.
Boom——!
Dreyfus's fist exploded toward Lancel's face with enough force to cave in a wall.
Lancel tilted his head slightly.
The punch missed by mere centimeters.
But before Dreyfus could pull back…
Bang!
Lancel's fist slammed directly into his ribs.
The impact echoed sharply throughout the street.
