Chapter 1176 Phantom Troupe No. 1 - Nobunaga

Chapter 1176 Phantom Troupe No. 1 - Nobunaga

The famous knife in Cavendish's hand was still dripping with blood. In the dim corridor, the sound of the blood drops falling was particularly clear.

Mikazuki Munechika had been tied around his waist, and the weapon he was holding at this moment was his former sword.

Cavendish, who has a bit of a germaphobia, feels it's not worth it to use the supreme sword to kill some minions. Even if Mikazuki Munechika kills people without getting blood on his body, he doesn't want to use it for the time being.

There were corpses lying all over the hotel corridor, and the air was filled with a disgusting smell of blood. Some of the people were murdered, and some were already dead before they arrived.

Each of his steps was steady and firm, and his boots made a squeaking sound as they stepped on the gap between the corpse and the road.

After leaving the room, he underestimated the greed and ruthlessness of those people. Not long after the female politician ran out of the hotel, the killing began in the hotel.

Some innocent guests were brutally murdered when their doors were opened by disguised waiters, and their belongings were looted.

If the customer is a female, her fate will be even more tragic. She will have to endure physical pain, be robbed of her money, raped, and killed before she dies.

These poor people can only blame themselves for their bad luck. It was because they had to book a hotel with Cavendish that fate pushed them to this point. Don't blame Prince Charming if they get killed.

Cavendish was ruthless along the corridor. He killed anyone he saw without giving them any chance to explain, and he spared no one, whether male or female.

The prince had neither the time nor the mood to figure out whether the person who suddenly appeared before him was a good person or a bad person. He just killed him first.

If a normal person encounters such a bad thing, he will just hide in the room trembling. If someone runs around outside the hotel room, he is either a fool or a bad person with ulterior motives.

“It turns out that human life is really so worthless.”

Cavendish walked safely through the corridor and arrived at the lobby of the tavern on this floor, where he saw a fresh pile of corpses.

A small pile of corpses exuding a pungent smell of blood came directly towards us. The corpses were in various shapes, some with twisted bodies and their hands grabbing at the air randomly.

It seemed as if they had suffered great fear before their death. Some of them had their mouths wide open and their hollow eyes staring as if they were roaring silently.

The corpses were dressed in different clothes, some in expensive evening gowns, some in uniform. The corpses of different classes were piled together, giving outsiders an extreme contrast.

Looking around, the lobby's originally gorgeous decorations were now in ruins, the crystal chandelier was crumbling, and the surrounding walls were splattered with dark red blood.

Cavendish pinched his nose and continued to move forward. He knew he couldn't stop. There were still many people who wanted to kill Mikazuki Munechika, hiding in the dark.

A slight sound came from behind the pile of corpses. Cavendish's nerves instantly tensed up and he slowly approached the source of the sound.

Every step was taken cautiously, for fear of alerting the danger hidden in the dark. Is there anyone still alive in such a tragedy?

Just as he was about to get close, a pale hand stretched out from the pile of corpses. A closer look revealed that the opponent was not injured in any vital parts, and his legs were chopped off, but only one eye was left.

The survivor was a woman with blood all over her face and a small cut on her head that was bleeding continuously. The stranger made her final request: "Save me... I don't want to die yet... I have money."

The woman's eyes were filled with fear and despair, blood was gushing from her wounds, and every breath was accompanied by a painful groan.

Cavendish stopped in front of the woman, leaned forward slightly, and a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. That smile was like the warm spring sun, with a reassuring power.

The woman was stunned, and she felt as if she was in front of an angel who saved her. The pain seemed to dissipate a little at this moment, and the fear in her eyes was gradually replaced by a glimmer of hope.

The smile was short-lived, and Cavendish swung the knife again. Before the survivor had time to react, the blade had already fallen cleanly.

With a dull sound, the woman's head was instantly separated from her body, and the blood splattered on the pile of corpses, which was not aesthetically pleasing at all.

Cavendish looked at the corpse on the ground with calm eyes, as if he had just completed a trivial task.

He did this for the woman's own good. He didn't have the energy to rescue the survivors right now, so he wanted to help the woman get relief sooner and suffer less. Cavendish is such a gentle man.

"He is such a heartless man, he can kill the weak without hesitation. The reward for this mission is too little."

With the appearance of a male voice, Cavendish's real enemies today finally began to appear one after another. Money can make people happy, and three billion berries can do a lot of things.

A samurai holding a sword, wearing a classic Japanese bathrobe and shorts, looks casual and uniquely free and easy.

The shorts exposed his legs, and the white cloth tied around them was very eye-catching. He had a middle-aged face with an unkempt beard and an unkempt appearance.

The bun on top of her head looks like a tall coconut tree. The bun is high on top of her head, and her hair is neatly tied together without a trace of mess.

Cavendish had never seen this warrior before, but his appearance here meant that he had bad intentions, and part of the mountain of corpses in front of him was his work.

"The Phantom Troupe needs the Mikazuki Munechika on your waist. This supreme sword is not suitable to be kept by you."

The samurai standing in front of Cavendish was none other than Nobunaga, a member of the Phantom Troupe, a bounty hunter group that had become famous on the sea, and the samurai number 1 in the group.

Cavendish held the knife in his usual hand and touched Mikazuki Munechika on his waist with the other hand. He would not give away this treasure that cost him 3 billion easily. "I've never heard of the Phantom Troupe. If you want the knife, come and get it yourself!"

Since they couldn't reach an agreement, Nobunaga's eyes suddenly became as sharp as a knife, and his aura suddenly changed.

He gripped the hilt of the knife without hesitation, turned his wrist, and pulled the knife out violently. The movement of pulling out the knife was extremely swift and full of determination.

The blade cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound, like the roar of a ferocious beast. Even if someone saw him draw the blade, they were still within his attack range.

As the knife was pulled out, a powerful air wave spread wildly in a circular shape with him as the center. Wherever it passed, everything seemed to be facing the final judgment.

The lime on the wall fell down, and the wooden handrails were cut off in an instant, breaking into countless small pieces that fell down one after another, and the corpse on the ground was cut horizontally again.

The entire corridor seemed to be grasped by an invisible giant hand and began to collapse under the heavy weight.

The chandelier on the ceiling was shaking, and then it fell down with a clang, hitting the broken ground, and glass fragments splattered everywhere.

The paintings on the wall also fell off one after another under the impact of the air wave, flying around in the air. This attack was very destructive to the tavern, and the Iai slash directly penetrated an entire floor.

Smoke and dust filled the entire corridor, obscuring vision. Bricks and stones kept rolling down, making a loud roar, and the entire hotel began to collapse.

Nobunaga stood in the center of the chaos, his eyes calm and determined, the sword in his hand still flashing with cold light, as if everything he had just experienced was just an insignificant episode.

Cavendish is not seen for the time being. Nobunaga doesn't think he can kill him with one sword. If the opponent is just good-looking, the brigade will not send him to fight.