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Filsgaru spoke in a tone that stated the truth.
Long's smile disappeared and he rubbed his head. "Oh, you are so arrogant... But I understand. From your perspective, this world... maybe it is like this."
"Can I ask, is your family considered powerful in the underworld? How does it compare to the ten old men?"
Filsgaru's fingers holding the cigar trembled, but he said nothing.
"It seems... I've touched your sore spot..."
Long tilted his head slightly and said with a smile: "I didn't come to see you to negotiate with you. I just think you are a bit annoying... so... I plan to kill you and everyone here... so that we won't be disturbed again."
"Hahahahaha!"
"Oh my god, did you hear what he said?!!"
The man on the sofa shouted exaggeratedly, clapped his hands, and stared at Long with a strange look as if he was looking at a rare animal.
Asked my girlfriend.
The woman was also laughing.
I feel confused and don't understand the situation at all...
"It's not me who is arrogant, it's you..."
Filsgaru was not surprised or panicked by what Long said, but rather a little disappointed.
"To kill me..."
"There are too many people who want to kill me... not just you."
"You should go down and keep them company... stray dogs are still stray dogs after all."
As soon as the boss finished speaking, there was a snap, the lights went out, and the hall was dark.
Longye moved his fingers...and his knuckles popped.
"It feels very subtle... This is completely... I am being underestimated."
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Six strands of mental power burst out from the darkness almost at the same time.
Long locked onto the weakest aura in front, which was the man standing next to Fields!
In fact, his instinct told him that the weakest target was the woman on the sofa, but there was another person beside her, and it would be difficult to attack the couple sitting together! He was outnumbered five, so he had to make a quick decision.
You also can't snipe the strongest one first, as there is a chance of making mistakes.
The first thing to do... is to reduce the number of the opponent!
The other party must have made some preparations before he arrived.
"Ok?"
Hazy's heart moved.
Sensing the approaching aura, only two...
The couple on the sofa did not take action immediately.
His eyes couldn't adapt to the sudden light switching off... but it didn't affect him because his senses were still receiving the 'signal'.
"Want to leave?!"
Long took a step forward and rushed towards the mafia boss and the male secretary like a tiger out of a cage.
Putting aside this weakest Nen user, it would be a good idea to capture Phils first!
The moment the hall fell into darkness, the two people's aura and positions began to sink.
It’s unclear...but it doesn’t stop him from attacking.
Sinking means moving underground...
At this time, the secretary had one hand on the boss's shoulder and activated his telepathic ability. The floor beneath their feet rippled like water. The two of them had fallen to the ground to their waists and were about to escape from the venue.
Protecting the boss's safety is the first rule for these subordinates.
The next battlefield can be left to a few companions!
You can let go and kill your target.
mission accomplished.
However, before he disappeared from the ground, the secretary felt a gust of wind, followed by a blurry shadow running closer.
"So fast!"
Goose bumps appeared on the man's body.
The sudden disappearance of light will inevitably make the target unable to adapt. How can the other party not be affected and still perceive one's intentions and directions?
He brought his boss with him and changed his position in advance.
"Stop him!"
The secretary shouted, looked at the big hand waving over, and immediately raised his arms to fight back.
In the next second, the former groaned.
Long's powerful and sharp fingers were no different from a knife. With just one contact, the secretary's arm was torn off and fell to the ground mixed with blood.
But when Long stood firm, the floor of the living room had returned to its original state, leaving only a pool of blood, and the man and Phils were gone.
At this time, Long's eyes also adapted to the darkness.
"Something like the ability to pass through walls or dead objects?"
With a thought in his mind, Long immediately turned around to block an incoming fist and took a few steps back. In the gap of his defense, a sharp blade covered with barbs, accompanied by a ghostly shadow, flashed past his lower body and cut a wound several centimeters long on his leg.
"The response was amazing...it caused him less damage than expected."
The person who had successfully carried out the sneak attack distanced himself and spoke to the middle-aged man.
"The boss has left..."
The middle-aged man responded.
"Botte! Nasha! Why don't you two take action?"
"I heard you... Why are you shouting? Let me see how strong this guy is..."
He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him who was facing a formidable enemy, then glanced at the guy holding the dagger who hurt him, and showed a playful smile.
These two people work together perfectly.
All the battles that Long had experienced were one-on-one fights. This was his first time fighting against multiple people... and the strength of the enemies were quite good.
Long's leg muscles tensed up, trying to stop the bleeding, but found it was useless...
“Is it also an ability?”
On the opposite side, the middle-aged man and the man with a knife were on the left and right, their figures quickly crossed and moved back and forth, rushing towards him.
……
On the other side, the first floor of the castle.
The man who lost an arm had blood staining his clothes and his face was pale.
Following the boss Phils, we came to the square hall at the entrance.
There are guards all around.
Kuga, the man with glasses who had been waiting here for a long time, came over and put a windbreaker on the boss himself.
Filsgaru was very calm, with a burning cigar in his hand. He glanced at the seriously injured man and praised him, "Well done!"
And then, nothing happened...
Someone opened the door for him and Felsgaru walked out leisurely.
Seeing the boss leave, Kuga, the man with glasses, looked at the people in the room and ordered, "Stay here, not a fly can fly out until this is over!"
"Yes!"
a group of gang members shouted in unison.
"Treat his wounds."
Someone carrying a medicine box and some medical equipment walked towards the man who was panting, slumped in a chair, and losing too much blood.
The secretary looked towards the stairs leading to the second floor...with a lingering fear.
Just now...he almost...died.
……
The hall became a battlefield.
Long was fighting one against two. The middle-aged man frequently used his fists and feet on him. At the same time, hidden sharp edges kept slashing at him from all angles.
"The man holding the knife is flexible and fast, but his body is not strong... He is a typical killer! This middle-aged man has good close combat skills... but he is not a strengthening type." Long's brain continued to analyze the data.
"This guy!"
As the captain of the Fields family security team, middle-aged Sam's mood became heavier as the fight went on.
In just a few minutes, his face was covered in sweat.
He realized that his attack was completely incapable of putting any pressure on Long.
All his moves were easily neutralized by him...even many of his counterattacks could have caused him fatal injuries.
It was just that due to the distraction of his companions and the clever timing of the sneak attack, Long had to change his tactics... otherwise, he would have most likely fallen.
In addition, the target was also paying attention to be wary of Bot and Nasha who were outside the battle.
"asshole!"
Sam cursed in his mind.