"A gun?"
As if he had heard some hilarious joke, the bank owner burst into laughter, the fat on his face jiggling along with it.
"You really are a bunch of ants living at the bottom of society, without even a record of your existence!"
He wiped the corner of his eye as he laughed. "You simply have no idea what kind of power exists in this world."
With that, he seemed to lose interest in talking. "Do it, Mr. Gerkan."
"Huh?!"
The three robbers froze, unable to understand where the bank owner's confidence came from.
And at that moment—
Whoosh!
The triangular-eyed leader suddenly felt a chilling gust behind him.
Instinctively, he tried to turn around.
Crack!
A crisp sound of bones breaking rang through the factory.
The last sight that entered the triangular-eyed leader's eyes was the bald lackey and pockmarked lackey behind him, their necks and heads twisted one hundred and eighty degrees.
"Why can I see what's behind me?"
That was the final thought in his mind.
Then the world spun, and he completely lost consciousness.
Thud?
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The sounds of three corpses collapsing to the ground rang out in succession.
Standing amid the bodies was a lean, hook-nosed man with a cold aura around him and an expressionless face.
"As expected of Mr. Gerkan. So decisive and efficient!"
The fat bank owner clapped his hands and approached with the bodyguard and accountant, laughing merrily.
His plump, smiling face was filled with unconcealed flattery and respect.
"Cut the nonsense."
The cold hook-nosed man cast him an indifferent glance. "You'd better honestly hand over what you promised me.
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"Understood! Understood!!"
The fat bank owner nodded and bowed.
"Then shall we head back now?"
"No rush."
The hook-nosed man gave a cold smile. "There are still a few rats that need to be dealt with."
"Rats?"
The fat owner, bodyguard, and accountant were all stunned.
"Will you come out yourselves, or do you need me to drag you out?"
He stared toward the factory entrance behind him.
"One guy with an afro, and one beggar carrying a sword."
"You're the beggar! Your whole family are beggars!!"
Nobunaga came out cursing.
Behind him was Uvogin, laughing loudly. "Beggar really does suit you!!"
"Idiot, you still have the nerve to laugh? Maybe you were the one who gave us away, you fool who couldn't even conceal your aura!"
"Pah! It was obviously you, beggar. You couldn't even hold your sword steady and let him notice you, didn't you?"
The two began their usual bickering.
"You two are..."
The hook-nosed man said coldly, "Are you treating me like I don't exist?!"
The moment he finished speaking, his figure shot forward!
"Good!!"
Uvogin and Nobunaga stopped arguing almost at the same instant. Aura immediately erupted from their bodies and wrapped around them.
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"This kind of aura, this kind of Nen..."
A trace of mockery flashed through the hook-nosed man's eyes.
"It looks decent, but unfortunately, it's far too weak!!"
Nen power surged, with part of it rapidly wrapping around his hands.
As the aura changed, it formed eagle claws around both hands.
Another portion quickly reinforced his feet, his body leaning forward.
He looked like a predator pouncing on its prey.
"Flying Eagle, Running Hound!"
He let out a low roar, and his feet exerted force at tremendous speed!
Moving even faster than before, he arrived in front of Uvogin and Nobunaga in the blink of an eye.
"Take this punch!!"
Uvogin threw a powerful straight right wrapped in aura, producing a faint tearing sound through the air.
Bang!"
A dull impact shattered the night's silence in the abandoned factory.
The collision between the eagle claw and the straight right kicked up waves of dust across the ground.
Thud, thud, thud!!
Uvogin stomped backward several times, leaving deep craters in the ground.
At that moment, Nobunaga's sword arrived a beat later.
With an iaijutsu draw slash, a snow-bright blade flashed through the air.
"Back!"
His feet exerted force again. Like a charging hound, he darted and twisted away.
In two or three movements, he evaded Nobunaga's blade.
He appeared unscathed, but the hand that had just clashed with Uvogin's fist was trembling slightly.
"What terrifying brute strength."
His face remained expressionless, but Uvogin's punch had deeply shaken him.
"I can't let them go!"
The hook-nosed man's killing intent grew fiercer and fiercer.
The aura forming eagle claws around his hands and gathering at his feet became even denser.
Meanwhile, some of the aura wrapped around his body diminished.
He had converted his defense into offense.
"Is this his Nen ability?"
Uvogin looked at his bloodied straight right, which bore wounds as if sharp eagle claws had raked it.
"Eagle claws?"
Rather than caring about his injury, he examined it with great interest.
"He turns his aura into eagle claws, and his legs and feet resemble those of wolves or hounds..."
Nobunaga also raised his sword into position. "Turning aura into different shapes—it's the Transmutation type, right?"
"Yeah. After transforming it, it can still bring out the attack power of eagle claws and the explosive movement speed of canines. He's a fast-attack type of Nen user."
From just one exchange, the two had analyzed a great deal.
Their first clash with a Nen user from the outside world had them greedily absorbing everything they could learn from the fight.
Their talent for battle was continuously revealing itself.
"But the more someone specializes in fast attacks, the more that means..."
"His defense is weak!!"
The two spoke in unison.
If he transformed his aura into speed and attack power, then the corresponding limitation had to be his defense.
They could see it from the weakening defensive aura around his body and his increasingly aggressive stance.
Hearing the two openly appraise him without restraint, the hook-nosed man's eye twitched, and the killing intent in his heart intensified.
"You're courting death!!"
He growled, preparing to attack again.
Uvogin and Nobunaga immediately spread into fighting stances, ready to meet him.
And at that moment—
"That's enough."
Another calm voice rang out in the factory.
At the same time, the fat owner let out a pig-like scream.
"This is..."
The hook-nosed man's pupils contracted, and he immediately looked to the side.
There, he saw a handsome man—or rather, a youth—pinning the bank owner, his bodyguard, and his accountant beneath his feet, one under each foot.
From time to time, he increased the pressure on the fat owner, making him cry out miserably again and again.
"There's another one?!"
The hook-nosed man stopped moving, his eyes fixed tightly on the youth.
The youth, Morin, stood with his arms folded, calmly watching the hook-nosed man.
"Looks like we can have a proper talk now?"
"You think you can threaten me with this?"
The hook-nosed man said coldly,
"As far as I'm concerned, whether he lives or dies is completely irrelevant. At most, I'll need to spend a little more time finding my payment."
"Oh? Is that so?"
Morin pressed down a little harder with his foot.
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