On the eternally peaceful and serene green lawn of the God of Destruction's Realm.
Whitley was currently sitting comfortably in Whis's exclusive tea-drinking spot, leaning back against a soft cushion, his legs crossed, leisurely sipping the fragrant and mellow black tea in his cup.
His relaxed and carefree demeanor made it seem as if he were the master of this place.
And the true master of this spot, Whis, was currently standing to the side, a look of deliberately feigned helplessness and a hint of grievance on his face.
He first glanced at Whitley, who was enjoying himself, looking completely at ease.
Then he looked down at Goku, who was lying paralyzed and motionless on the lawn not far away, able only to let out faint groans, so seriously injured that he couldn't even crawl. He couldn't help but speak up. "Whitley-san, you've... probably let off enough steam, right? You see, Goku-san has been lying there for quite a while. Isn't it about time to let him recover?"
Whis's voice was as placid as ever. But if one listened carefully, one could detect a hint of imperceptible urgency.
Whitley shrugged noncommittally at his words, finished the last of his tea, and then said slowly, "What's the hurry, you lazy angel, Whis? Didn't I just ask you to help keep Goku alive and not let him actually die? I remember when I paid you just now, you agreed quite decisively and happily. What, you're starting to complain now?"
Whis raised his hand and once again sent a gentle wave of life energy over Goku, maintaining his critical but not-quite-dead state.
Then he gave Whitley a slightly resentful look, sighed, and said with feigned helplessness, "But Whitley-san... a whole hour has already passed!"
Whis was indeed a little resentful.
After Whitley had brought the half-dead Goku out of the other dimension, he had asked for his help in maintaining Goku's life, but without letting his injuries heal quickly, so that he could slowly learn his profound lesson.
The reward was a capsule full of Earth's delicacies.
At the time, Whis had thought it was a fantastic deal and had agreed without a second thought, feeling that it was a cushy job that had fallen from the heavens!
But now... he admitted he had miscalculated!
Looking at Whitley, who was leisurely drinking tea and eating snacks as if he owned the place, and then feeling himself, who needed to constantly divert his attention to maintain Goku's state... he suddenly felt that this deal was a bit of a loss!
He wanted to sit down and have tea and snacks too!
But Goku-san had been beaten so miserably this time. What if, in a moment of carelessness, he let Goku-san accidentally breathe his last...
Wouldn't the delicacies he had just received be taken back by Whitley-san?
No! That is absolutely unacceptable!
There was no way he, Whis, would ever return food that had already come into his possession!
Whis's light purple eyes darted around, his gaze falling on the Oracle Fish, who was dozing in its small fishbowl, basking in the sun.
A "brilliant" idea instantly formed in his mind.
"Ahem!"
Whis first deliberately cleared his throat.
Then, nonchalantly, as if by chance, he strolled over to the Oracle Fish's fishbowl.
In a volume not too loud, but just enough for the dozing Oracle Fish to vaguely hear, he sighed to himself, "Oh my, oh my~ the Earth food that Whitley-san gave me just now was so~ de~li~cious~!"
"Especially that dessert called 'strawberry mousse,' the texture was so smooth, sweet but not cloying, it just melted in your mouth... and that 'spicy rabbit head,' so fragrant and numbing, it leaves you wanting more..."
"Such ultimate delicacies... yet I am the only one who can savor them alone. Thinking about it, it's really a bit lonely..."
"Could it be that my social skills are so poor that I can't make friends worthy of sharing food with? Or is it that... no one else actually enjoys these mortal delicacies?"
His tone was so melancholic, so regretful, as if he were bearing all the loneliness of the universe by himself.
The Oracle Fish, who had been dozing in its bowl, saw its ears (or what passed for them) perk up instantly! It groggily opened its eyes, a hint of confusion on its small fishy face.
'What's wrong with Whis today? Did he eat something bad?' the Oracle Fish wondered.
'This guy, who is usually the stingiest of the stingy, who would rather hide his good things and eat them alone, is actually thinking about sharing food with others? Has the sun risen from the west?'
It had previously received a very satisfactory gift for helping answer one of Whitley's questions—a large pile of specialty fish bait from Earth, of all flavors!
For it, that was already the ultimate delicacy.
But compared to the proper human food that Whis had, its fish bait was clearly... still a few grades lower!
After all, it, the Oracle Fish, was no ordinary fish! It was an ora-cle-fish that could predict the future! Knowledgeable! With refined taste!
It also longed for a more high-class culinary experience!
"Um... Whis?"
The Oracle Fish hesitated for a moment, but ultimately couldn't resist the temptation of food and spoke cautiously, trying to curry favor with Whis first. "I... I am your good friend, the Oracle Fish! We've known each other for tens of thousands of years. Surely... surely that counts as being good friends who can share food?"
Hearing this, an imperceptible, triumphant smile appeared on Whis's lips, but he quickly returned to his melancholic expression.
He squinted at the Oracle Fish in the bowl, his tone tinged with "doubt." "Oh my~? Does Oracle Fish-san truly consider me, Whis, a good friend? You're not just saying that for the food?"
The bad feeling in the Oracle Fish's heart grew stronger!
But having already spoken, for the slight possibility of getting a bite of food later, it could only brace itself and say in the most "sincere" tone possible, "Y-yes! I, the Oracle Fish... am I not your... your very best friend, Whis-san?"
It felt a little guilty even saying it.
"Oh? Is that so..." Whis nodded as if he had finally been "moved."
And then...
Very naturally, he "gently" leaned his staff, the symbol of an angel's authority, against the side of the Oracle Fish's fishbowl.
"In that case, then..."
The melancholy on Whis's face vanished instantly, replaced by his standard, flawless, elegant smile. "To prove the unbreakable friendship between me and Oracle Fish-san, there happens to be a small matter I need to trouble you with right now!"
"Huh?" The Oracle Fish was stunned.
Whis pointed at the groaning Goku on the ground and said with a grin, "I'll just have to trouble you to look after this Goku-san. It's very simple, just make sure he doesn't accidentally die. You have to watch him carefully, okay? Otherwise... Whitley-san will be very~ very angry~"
He made no further mention of sharing food, as if that conversation had never happened.
After quickly giving his instructions, Whis didn't give the Oracle Fish any chance to react or back out. His figure flashed!
Swoosh!
The next second, he was sitting gracefully in the chair opposite Whitley, fluidly pouring himself a cup of fragrant black tea, and then taking out a few exquisite side dishes and pastries from the food capsule. He began to enjoy them with gusto, a blissful and satisfied smile on his face.
He left the Oracle Fish standing there dumbfounded, looking at the angel's staff leaning against its fishbowl, then at the seriously injured Goku on the ground. The entire fish was stunned!
It... it had been tricked?!
He had been promised the ethereal "sharing of food" only to be tricked into being free labor?! And for such a delicate task!
It, the Oracle Fish, had lived for tens of thousands of years! It had never seen such a shameless, such a black-bellied angel!
Whis, you rotten old man, you're the worst!!!
Whitley, who had witnessed this whole smooth and shameless operation from the side, was dumbfounded!
He was truly impressed!
'As expected... compared to this angel who has lived for who knows how long and is black-bellied to the core, my own little tricks are still too naive, too shallow! This is a true old fox!'
He silently gave Whis a "thumbs up" in his heart, while also reminding himself to be extra careful when dealing with this guy in the future.
Before Whis's next pot of tea was brewed, Whitley looked at the watch on his wrist, felt that the lesson for Goku had gone on long enough, and simply got up and walked over to him.
At this point, Goku barely had the strength to groan. His eyes were unfocused, a "who am I, where am I, am I going to die" dead fish look on his face.
Whitley took out a Senzu Bean from his pocket, pried open Goku's mouth, and stuffed it in.
The moment the Senzu Bean went down, its magical effect exploded!
The terrifying wounds on Goku's body healed at a visible rate. Broken bones mended, damaged organs repaired, and his depleted stamina was instantly refilled!
In almost the blink of an eye, he went from a near-death state to the peak of his vitality!
"Waha!"
Goku did a kip-up from the ground. He first moved his arms and legs, then carefully sensed the power within him, which had once again broken its limits and become stronger due to the near-death experience, and a look of pleasant surprise appeared on his face.
But after the surprise, he immediately turned to Whitley and complained with a hint of grievance, "Honestly, Whitley! You were way too rough just now! I really almost died! I felt like I could see Grandpa Gohan waving at me!"
After complaining, he was immediately filled with a desire to get stronger. "But you're really so strong! We both transformed into Super Saiyan 4, but I was no match for you at all! I couldn't even fight back! How on earth do you train? Do you have some other moves that Vegeta and I don't know about? Tell me, Whitley, I definitely won't tell Vegeta..."
Seeing this guy start to ramble on again, Whitley irritably rapped him on the head. "Do you have any idea why I had to beat you so hard this time?! It's because you did something stupid! If you ever dare to come shouting at me when I'm... ahem! again! You can just go and report to King Yemma yourself! You idiot, Goku!"
As he spoke, he ignored the speechless look on Whis's face, which seemed to say, "You just healed him like that? Didn't I just trick the Oracle Fish for nothing?" and directly placed his hand on Goku's shoulder.
He said to Whis and the Oracle Fish, which was glaring at Whis with dead fish eyes from its bowl in the distance, "There's a bunch of stuff waiting for me on Earth. This idiot and I will be heading back now. I'll bring some more delicious food to see you guys next time."
Swoosh—!
Before his words faded, the two of them vanished from the God of Destruction's Realm.
Whis looked at the fuming Oracle Fish, elegantly sipped his tea, and sighed. He said in an "I'm so sorry" tone, "Oh my~ what a pity~ Oracle Fish-san. This time, it seems there was no way to prove that you are my, Whis's, best friend~"
He blinked, his tone "sincere" as he continued, "Hmm... it's fine, next time! Next time, I'll definitely find another opportunity to let Oracle Fish-san properly prove our friendship!"
The Oracle Fish was so angry it was blowing bubbles in its bowl, its forehead covered in dark lines. "I don't believe you, Whis! You were just tricking me into doing your work! And you call it a test of friendship... Hmph! You liar! You big liar, Whis!"
Before its words faded, the Oracle Fish rolled up its small fishbowl and, with an angry "blub," shot off into the distance!
It had already decided! It didn't want to see Whis's annoying face again for a while!
This guy Whis... all he knows is how to trick this pure and kind little fish!
Whis watched the Oracle Fish disappear and chuckled lightly.
After a long while, he took a sip of tea and said to himself, "Oh my~ that Oracle Fish. Even though I, Whis, am very fond of sharing delicacies with my good friends~"
"Is that so? I never knew my dear younger brother had developed such a 'generous' habit, Whis."
Just then, a streak of light entered the God of Destruction's Realm without any warning and instantly appeared before the slightly surprised Whis!
The light dissipated, revealing two figures.
One of them was obese, wearing the same God of Destruction attire as Beerus, a look of arrogance and impatience on his face—it was the God of Destruction of Universe 6, Champa!
And the one who had just responded to Whis was the one standing next to Champa, a tall, graceful angel holding a staff, with a regal aura and a half-smiling expression—Whis's older sister, Vados!
'Why is my sister here again!'
Whis's heart skipped a beat. He tried his best to maintain his usual calm expression, but the slight, momentary change was still caught by the sharp-eyed Vados.
But before Whis could think of how to deal with his sister, Champa at his side spoke first.
He waved his fat hand and shouted, "Where is that bastard Beerus?! Is he sleeping in some corner again? And! Where is that new candidate God of Destruction from your Universe 7? Tell him to come out and see me! I want to see for myself what kind of guy could make that lazybones Beerus, who has done nothing but sleep and eat for tens of thousands of years, appoint him as his successor!"
The moment his voice fell, another purple figure sped over! "Champa! Instead of losing weight, what are you doing coming to my Universe 7?! Do you want to be punished by Lord Zeno?!"
Beerus's voice arrived before he did, filled with annoyance and disgust for his brother.
"Beerus! What's with that look?! You skinny monkey! You bag of bones! You dare to look down on me, the great Lord Champa!"
Champa was instantly enraged by Beerus's glare. His fat body immediately exploded with a speed that defied his physique, and he threw a punch at Beerus!
But instead of getting angry, Beerus just sneered and said, "Just in time! A perfect chance to test the results of my recent training!"
A "friendly" spar between the Gods of Destruction of Universe 6 and Universe 7 had thus begun!
Of course, both of them had a tacit understanding to only use their fists and feet and basic strength, and neither dared to use their true power of destruction.
After all, if they accidentally went too far and caused some damage to the universe, and Zeno found out, neither of them would be able to escape. They would both be finished!
While Beerus and Champa were fighting in the air, with bangs and shockwaves, another, more subtle "contest" was quietly unfolding below.
Vados's gaze shifted from the sky and landed on her younger brother, Whis.
She unceremoniously extended her hand, her expression flat, but her tone was extremely decisive and brooked no refusal. "Well then, my dear brother who 'loves to share delicacies with his friends,' are you not going to share some of your delicious collection with your dear older sister?"
Whis's expression was calm, but his mind was racing, trying to think of a countermeasure.
He hesitated for only a moment, then a standard, innocent smile appeared on his face, and he answered just as decisively, "I was just joking, dear sister. Surely... you didn't take it seriously?"
Vados was silent.
She looked at her younger brother, whose skin had grown thicker and who could now lie without blushing, and silently withdrew her hand.
Then, a brilliant, even sunny smile bloomed on her face, and she called out softly, "Whis."
Whis's heart tightened, but on the surface, he was as steady as a rock. "Yes? May I ask what your instructions are, dear sister?"
Vados's smile did not change, and her voice was still gentle. "Your face... oh no, I mean, your skills seem to have declined a bit lately due to your indulgence in food. As your older sister, I really can't just stand by and watch."
The angel's staff in her hand glowed softly. "Today, allow me to properly beat you... help you stretch your legs a bit."
Hearing this, Whis's expression finally became a little more grave.
He knew that this "flogging from his dear sister" was unavoidable.
He sighed and also summoned his own staff. "Well then... allow your younger brother to experience for himself just how much dear sister's power has improved."
The two angels' figures instantly vanished from the God of Destruction's Realm!
The next moment, in the desolate, empty, timeless and spaceless void of the World of Void, two figures suddenly appeared!
Without many words, their staffs lightly tapped!
VMMMM—!!!
A terrifyingly indescribable energy fluctuation instantly erupted!
Countless invisible ki waves exploded outwards from the two of them as the center!
The entire World of Void began to tremble and hum violently! As if it could not withstand even the "warm-up" level clash of these two angels!
...
In the palace of Zeno.
The Grand Priest had just, with great difficulty, managed to placate Lord Zeno, who had been feeling a little bored and had almost decided to erase all the universes and start over.
He wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead and was about to find a quiet place to catch his breath and calm his heart.
Suddenly, he sensed an unusually violent tremor from the World of Void.
"Hmm?"
The Grand Priest frowned slightly. After sensing for a moment, he muttered to himself strangely, "This is... the ki of Whis and Vados? Why are these two siblings fighting?"
As for his youngest son, Whis, who had the most... hmm, "lively" personality, the Grand Priest was well aware of how much trouble he could cause, especially in angering his older sister, Vados.
"It must be that Whis did something 'good' again and pissed off Vados," the Grand Priest shook his head helplessly. He was already used to this kind of sibling "sparring."
"Anyway, it's in the World of Void, so let them be, as long as they don't go too far."
He no longer paid attention to that and quickened his pace towards his own room.
If he didn't get some quiet time soon, he was afraid that Lord Zeno would get bored again in the next second and summon him.
However, the Grand Priest did not realize that on the grand throne behind him, the quietly sitting Lord Zeno now had his eyes closed, a curious expression on his round face.
He was not watching with his eyes, but with a higher-dimensional method, "observing" the fist-to-fist "friendly" duel between Beerus and Champa in the God of Destruction's Realm of Universe 7.
"Beerus and Champa... why are they fighting?"
Lord Zeno's large head was filled with small question marks. "Is it because they're having a disagreement? Like Whis and the others?"
Although the two of them were not using their power of destruction in their fight, so it wasn't against the rules, but...
As Zeno watched, he suddenly felt that this kind of purely physical fighting style was... quite interesting?
A brilliant idea, one that would cause the future Grand Priest an immense headache, began to quietly form in Lord Zeno's simple yet unpredictable little mind...
...
At this time on Earth, in West City.
Whitley and Goku's figures appeared near the Briefs' estate.
"Alright, this is as far as I go."
Whitley habitually rapped Goku on the head. "Hurry back to your Mount Paozu. Chi-Chi must be getting anxious."
"Okay! I'm off then! I'll come find you for training again next time, Whitley!"
Goku rubbed his head and, without thinking much, waved cheerfully, instantly shot into the sky, and flew towards his home.
After sending Goku off, Whitley sighed, collected his thoughts, and strode into the Briefs' estate.
Bulma had already gone back to her lab to tinker with those high-tech things that Whitley couldn't understand at all.
After greeting No. 18 and the others, Whitley quietly pushed open the lab door and saw Bulma concentrating on gesturing at a complex holographic design.
He tiptoed over and, catching her off guard, planted a big, smacking kiss on her smooth cheek!
"Hey! What are you doing! You scared me!"
Bulma was startled. After realizing what had happened, she irritably punched him. "Is Goku taken care of? And what are you going to do with those... new employees?"
"Hmm, Goku knows to be afraid now... probably?"
Whitley nodded, his tone a little uncertain. "I'm going to take No. 18 and the others to the company to get them settled. I'll be back for dinner!"
After speaking, under Bulma's increasingly strange gaze, Whitley quickly slipped out of the lab.
When he arrived at the front yard, No. 17, No. 18, No. 16, and Cell, who was being held by No. 16, were already waiting.
"Let's go, I'll take you to where you'll be working from now on."
Whitley snapped his fingers and was the first to take to the air.
The group followed him, flying towards the "Prince Logistics" headquarters located on the outskirts of West City.
Soon, a brand new, modern building appeared before them.
The building wasn't particularly tall, but it covered a large area, and its design was simple yet filled with a strong sense of technology.
On the roof stood a huge sign—"Prince Logistics."
And next to the sign was a very conspicuous silhouette of a Super Saiyan, glowing with a golden light.
The hairstyle, the posture... no matter how you looked at it, it was Vegeta!
"So, this is the... workplace you've arranged for us?"
No. 18 frowned slightly, looking at the building, which was clearly newly built and still had a faint smell of paint, her tone tinged with a hint of criticism.
Whitley noticed that she seemed to dislike the smell of paint and comforted her with a smile. "Don't worry, this is an environmentally friendly paint produced by a subsidiary of our Capsule Corp. It's zero-formaldehyde, non-toxic, and harmless, with absolutely no side effects even for humans. Hmm... of course, even if there were side effects, for you guys, it would probably just be the smell. And the smell will dissipate in a few days."
As he spoke, he led the group into the building.
The interior of the building was simple and bright, and the employees looked busy and orderly.
Under the respectful gazes of the staff, Whitley gave them a brief tour of the various floors, introducing the different departments—the dispatch center, the sorting area, the customer service department, the technical support department, and so on.
Then he directly held a short management meeting.
Facing a group of managers and supervisors in suits, with beaming smiles and constantly nodding and bowing, Whitley took less than ten minutes to, concisely, point at No. 17 and the others and announce, "These people will be the special core delivery personnel of Prince Logistics from now on, with the highest authority. I need you to form a 'super-high-speed logistics team' with them at its core, to specifically handle urgent, valuable, international, and even intercontinental special orders. All their requests are to be met with top priority, and they will report directly to me or Bulma."
These managers were all sharp. They instantly understood the great importance the major shareholder placed on these newcomers, and they all patted their chests and promised to absolutely complete the task and take excellent care of the "core elites."
After touring the office building, Whitley took the androids to the huge warehouse and transport department in the back.
Here, they met Nappa and Raditz, who had already been informed and were waiting for them.
"You're here, Whitley!"
When Nappa saw Whitley, he immediately greeted him enthusiastically, and his gaze then turned curiously to the new colleagues with their unique auras behind him.
Especially the beautiful No. 18 and the cool-faced No. 16 and No. 17. His eyes held the usual Saiyan way of sizing up an opponent.
Raditz also nodded, as a greeting.
Whitley briefly introduced No. 17, No. 16, and the unwilling Cell to Nappa and Raditz. "They'll be your colleagues from now on. Nappa, you can coordinate with them on the specific work procedures. You're all on the same team now, so get along well."
Before leaving, Whitley looked at Nappa's eager expression, which seemed to want to give the newcomers a "show of force," and, with some concern, leaned close to No. 17 and whispered, "Ahem... in the future, if you spar, be careful. Go easy on them. After all, he's company property... uh, one of our own. It's troublesome to heal him if he gets broken."
He was really afraid that No. 17 would accidentally dismantle Nappa into parts.
Hearing this, a sunny yet slightly black-bellied smile appeared on No. 17's face. He gave Whitley an "OK" sign, signaling him not to worry.
Then he walked over to the tall and burly Nappa with a smile.
"Hey! You're just leaving? I, the great Lord Cell, will not work in a place that stinks of sweat! Mmph mmph mmph..."
Cell had just started to shout when his mouth was covered by No. 16's large hand.
No. 16 said to Whitley with a calm expression, "I'll watch him. Don't worry."
His strength was more than enough to suppress the current stage Cell.
Only then did Whitley nod in satisfaction and then look at No. 18. "You, come with me."
He took No. 18 and left the transport department, taking the elevator directly to the top floor of the building—his exclusive office area.
In the elevator, Whitley began to explain No. 18's future work to her. "Your job is very simple. You'll work in the office on the top floor. Usually, you'll just receive important documents from below, organize them, and then get them signed by the relevant managers. When you're not busy, you can also help me tidy up the office, add some things you like, decorate it however you want. You..."
Before he could finish, the rest of his words were blocked back into his throat in a very unique way.
Whitley's eyes widened in shock!
Without any warning, No. 18 had suddenly taken a step forward, stood on her tiptoes, wrapped her soft arms around his neck, and pressed her warm, small mouth directly onto his lips!
Time seemed to stand still at this moment.
The faint sound of the elevator operating was the only background noise.
Whitley's brain shut down for several seconds before he finally reacted!
He subconsciously wanted to push No. 18 away.
But just as he raised his hands, No. 18 took the initiative to step back and create some distance.
Her face held a charming and bold smile, as if her scheme had succeeded. She licked the corner of her lips, her eyes looking at Whitley provocatively.
"You..."
Whitley touched his lips, which seemed to still retain the sensation and warmth, and looked at No. 18's smile, which was like that of a cat who had just stolen the cream, with an incredibly complex expression.
He had never expected No. 18 to be so bold and direct!
Just then—
"Ding!"
The crisp sound of the elevator arriving at the top floor broke the ambiguous and awkward atmosphere.
The elevator doors slowly opened.
No. 18, as if nothing had happened, walked out of the elevator with an elegant and cheerful stride.
Outside the elevator doors, she suddenly turned her head and said to the still-dazed Whitley, "Well then, I hope you won't forget to come and see me, your... exclusive secretary."
After speaking, without waiting for any response from Whitley, she chuckled lightly and quickly disappeared down the corridor, entering Whitley's extremely spacious and luxurious office, which he himself had never even been in.
The elevator doors slowly closed, beginning their descent.
Whitley stood alone in the elevator, looking at his own reflection in the smooth elevator doors, which showed a look of astonishment and a hint of... some unidentifiable emotion.
After a long while, a self-deprecating smile slowly appeared on his lips.
"Heh... I actually... didn't dodge?"
He felt his body's reaction at that moment.
His Ultra Instinct, which he had trained to the extreme and should have been able to automatically dodge all incoming attacks, had... completely failed to activate in the face of No. 18's sudden "attack"!
There was no warning from his body, no subconscious dodging motion, as if... it had tacitly accepted this "attack."
"Sigh..."
Whitley sighed, feeling a massive headache coming on.
"I'll just take it... one step at a time..."
The elevator reached the first floor, and the doors opened again.
Whitley strode out of the company building and looked at the bustling street outside, hesitant for a moment, not really wanting to go home right away.
He knew that this matter could not be hidden from Bulma.
In this building, especially in his office corridor and elevator, who knew how many high-definition surveillance cameras were installed!
If Bulma wanted to check, she could pull up the footage in minutes.
He had a strong premonition that after he went back, he would definitely have to face Bulma's wrath!
Perhaps... Bulma, who had always been relatively easygoing, would really force the issue this time?
For example... by pushing for marriage?
Whitley couldn't help but look back at the top floor of the company building.
His eyesight was excellent, and he could clearly see that behind the huge floor-to-ceiling window, a slender figure was leaning lazily against the window, seeming to hold a cup of coffee, watching him from afar.
That figure was No. 18.
Seeing Whitley look over, she even smiled and raised her hand, waving elegantly, as if in a final farewell, or as if heralding some kind of beginning.
"Heh!"
Whitley let out a laugh, shook his head, and cursed under his breath, "What a... bad woman who doesn't play by the rules."
After speaking, he turned around, his figure suddenly blurring, and in an instant, he had vanished from the company entrance.
The next moment, he had already appeared at the Briefs' estate, at the door of Bulma's lab.
Looking at the closed lab door, Whitley took another deep breath, as if about to head into battle.
"As they say... fortune favors the bold! If I die, I die!"
His gaze hardened, and with a nearly tragic expression, he reached out, pushed open the lab door, and strode inside.
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