"Bastard!"
"Bang! Bang-bang!"
Meanwhile, the battlefield belonging to the Dark Force Martial Masters had also reached its end.
For gunmen, being closed in on by Dark Force Martial Masters was simply a nightmare. It showed them exactly what "within three steps, a blade is faster" meant!
The elite gunmen Kobayashi had brought could theoretically gun down Martial Persons who had no time to don armor. By the same token, Martial Persons launching a surprise attack could also wipe out gunmen who had no time to open up the distance.
Especially since these Martial Masters had armored up beforehand—they were tigers charging into a flock of wolves.
"Ahhh!!!"
Section Chief Kobayashi was thrown into a corner like a torn sack. His face was bruised and swollen, several ribs had been broken, one arm hung twisted at an unnatural angle, and his entire body was caked with dirt and blood. He gulped down breaths.
The Martial Master from the Thieves' Sect, who specialized in grappling, squatted beside him and roughly bound his still-intact arm with strips of cloth, preventing him from suddenly attacking or taking his own life.
"Kitamura, you piece of trash!!!"
Section Chief Kobayashi cursed furiously. When he saw Kitamura Masao get killed in a single move, his whole mind had gone blank. What the hell were these people?!
He had talked himself up to be so formidable. Kobayashi had regarded Kitamura Masao as his trump card, his last safeguard for survival—yet when the fighting truly began, the man was even less able to take a beating than Kobayashi himself. He had been sent off just like that!
Kitamura Masao's death also utterly shattered the fighting spirit of the remaining Eastern Ocean experts. The brief but vicious clash in the alley had finally come to an end.
As the smoke