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Our side has the advantage, even if a few of them fall, it will not stop them from attacking.
Pistols, rifles...all burst into flames.
In an instant, the road was filled with gunfire and dense bullets attacked the man who was walking towards them step by step.
clap clap clap...
The gangsters' bullets hit Oboro, fell to the ground one after another, and covered the road...even his clothes were not damaged.
A guy carrying a cannon licked his lips, ready to give Longlai a big blow... but as soon as he squatted down, he was hit in the face by a stone.
As the distance got closer, the number of deaths on the gangster side also increased... The man with glasses darkened his eyes.
"Stop it! You can't solve him by yourself..."
At this time, a voice sounded from the crowd, and the gang members stopped one after another, and moved to both sides to make a gap.
A man with messy hair and a striking scar on his face got out of a car with a sneer on his face. He swung a butterfly knife in his hand. The small weapon was twirled between his fingertips, so flexibly that it turned into a terrifying ball of silver light.
"Such ferocious beasts should be dealt with by professional hunters..."
The man stood in the front.
"It's troublesome."
The man with glasses said something to him and raised his hand to let all his companions step back.
Halo stepped on the bullet casings all over the ground and stopped.
All the stones in his hand were squandered.
Long also heard what the other party said.
He looked at the man who was trying to stop him and even kill him, and smiled slightly: "You seem very confident that you can kill me?"
He sensed early on that there was a Psychic user hiding in the car.
“Hehehe… The Sky Arena is just a place for a group of unpresentable people to play around. Don’t think that people like them can be on equal footing with someone like me who has been walking in the dark for years and living on the edge of a knife! We are the real hunters who live in the jungle of death and follow the laws of the food chain…” the man said, raising the sharp knife and preparing to attack.
"From your thoughts and the look in your eyes... you're right. You should be quite capable."
Hazy smiled.
The man showed a bloodthirsty smile on his face, "So... which part of your body should I start cutting...?"
The moment the words fell, the man's hand holding the knife became unstable.
Scar's pupils suddenly contracted...
He did not blink from beginning to end, and his eyes were fixed on the target without shifting at all... But at this moment, the opponent came in front of him strangely. He did not notice it, nor did he have any warning, and he did not even see the trajectory and movements of Long's sudden attack.
The man immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
"I only said that your strength was just good enough... I wasn't complimenting you."
When they got close to each other, Long did not attack immediately. Instead, he leaned forward and put his face close to Scar's face, only a few centimeters away, and their eyes met.
Looking at his shaking eyes and the expression that was trying hard to hide his fear and uneasiness, he spoke softly.
"Ahhhh!"
The man yelled, and the blade in his hand turned into a silver thread and slashed towards Long's throat.
Snapped!
But Long's palm also quickly inserted into the afterimage, and without even using his eyes to see, he grabbed the opponent's wrist. As his fingers exerted force, Scar's wrist was broken with a click.
"what!"
The man yelled again.
His face was shaking wildly.
“No way… A master like you who walks on the edge of death would also feel pain for such a minor injury? This shouldn’t be possible…” Long smiled with narrowed eyes.
Immediately, the other hand waved out.
The huge force directly tore the neck of the psychic in front of him and shattered his head.
There is no whole body in death.
Some Nen users who have been active underground for many years are indeed different from those in the Sky Arena. Although not all contestants in the Sky Arena are "greenhouse flowers", at least the living environment of most of them is relatively healthier... The environment has a great impact on a person.
From this point of view, those underground colleagues who work as killers, hired mercenaries, etc. do have some reason to be proud.
Every battle they have to go through is a battle of life and death. They often face desperate situations and most of their enemies are desperate criminals. The energy and will that a person bursts out between life and death decisions cannot be underestimated... This level of danger is far greater than the 200th floor of the Sky Arena.
However, this man with a scar...is obviously not among them.
His level is slightly better than the small fry on the 200th floor, but that’s all.
The broken end of Scar's neck was still gushing blood, which soon dyed the ground red and formed a pool of blood.
Long shook off the dirt on his hands, and his eyes passed through a group of silent gang members and fell on the calm man with glasses.
The latter remained very calm and not panicked...completely different from the other subordinates who had already begun to show fear.
Still looking at Long calmly...
As mafia, such bloody scenes and death scenes are not only commonplace, but have long become a part of their lives.
"Yes... the person is dead."
"Sorry, Boss... I couldn't deal with him."
The man with glasses is talking on the phone.
"okay, I get it."
After a moment, he put down his phone.
Walking towards Long step by step.
The look in his eyes was playful...I thought it was very interesting.
Most people would be terrified when facing death. This was instinctive. With so many people dead, he thought the other party would flee or fight desperately, but... they didn't. The discipline and psychological quality of this group of mafia far exceeded his expectations.
"Congratulations... you have saved your life!"
The man with glasses walked closer to Long and said lightly.
so crazy...
Hazy was slightly surprised.
"Even if you kill everyone here... including me, it will be useless..."
The man with glasses exhaled smoke and said coldly, "There are underground rules. Once your story gets out, it will damage the reputation of our Firth family."
"Come with me, the boss wants to see you."
Before Long could say anything, the cell phone in his pocket rang.
He took it out and glanced at the caller ID.
"Hey."
"Master..."
There was a familiar sound coming from the other end of the phone.
Bald Charles.
The guy who always wanted to become his disciple but failed.
He was also the lackey who helped Long to run around various casinos in the beginning.
Char left the Sky Arena more than half a year ago, Oboro briefly taught him the training methods of body training, and Char was ready to start his own practice again.
This phone call... Needless to say, Oboro already understood that Char was arrested and was in the hands of the other party.
"Let's go."
The man with glasses crushed the cigarette butt with the sole of his shoe and turned around to get into the car first.
Long hung up the call.
"No wonder..."
"The Yakuza...are better than I thought..."
He pondered.
Over there, someone had already opened a car door for him.
Seeing this, Long slowly followed.
When passing by a gangster, he naturally wiped his bloody hands on his well-tailored clothes.
The man looked angry, but didn't dare say anything.
Chapter 32: Such an Arrogant Boss
"I just laid down and felt a little sleepy, but you woke me up... Isn't that annoying..."
In a spacious and luxurious hall, a man in pajamas and slippers pushed the door open with an impatient look on his face.
Behind him, there was a lady dressed in a 'cool' style.
The two of them sat down on the sofa, the man stretched out his arms, hugged the woman, and his hand movements were a bit "dirty".
The woman seemed to be enjoying it too.
"That person named Long...will be here soon."
A few meters away, an expressionless middle-aged man put a videotape into the equipment.
"So... because of him, I have to get up and discuss things with you? Chat?"
The man scratched his ears and spread his hands exaggeratedly: "No way, you three... do you have to be so serious? A kid who came out of nowhere..."
"Shut up!"
The middle-aged man glanced at him and scolded.