C694 This Is My Cello Everett's Substitute!

"Phew!"

Mista heaved, taking deep, ragged breaths.

As a gunman, his stamina wasn't exactly elite.

And considering...

The constant use of his stand was a significant drain on his energy.

But still...

"Cello Everett didn't seem to follow, did he?"

Mista kept running, but he never stopped checking over his shoulder, wary of Cello Everett.

Beside him, Abbacchio was also gasping for air