"Heh heh!" Hela chuckled darkly and casually summoned a black shortsword with a wave of her hand.
The gangsters instinctively halted at the sight.
Before they could react, the cold blade had already claimed their lives.
Even though Hela's strength had declined severely, she was still not someone these ignorant mortals could offend. Still, she spared one of them.
On one hand, she had some questions to ask. On the other, this mohawked gangster had dropped to his knees and begged for mercy fast enough.
"Spare me!" the mohawked man said in terror. "My boss works for Kingpin. Please, let me go for his sake! I swear I won't tell anyone anything."
Hela shot him a disdainful look. "Who is this Kingpin you mentioned?"
"Kingpin is... You don't know who Kingpin is?"
Hela directly placed the shortsword against the mohawked man's throat. "Just answer the question."
"Kingpin is the biggest underworld boss in the city—no, in the whole country. All of us answer to him."
"Is he... strong?"
"Everyone who offended him is dead."
"Interesting." The corners of Hela's lips curled up. "Take me to him. I may need his help with a few things."
"Are you insane?" the mohawked man said, trembling. "I can't help you cause trouble for Kingpin. I'll die horribly, and my entire family, including relatives and friends, will be killed too."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." A green flame flickered to life at Hela's fingertips. "It's fine. After I kill you, I can still find him through your spirit."
The mohawked man swallowed in terror, his entire body feeling as if it had fallen into an icy abyss. The warning from his soul told him with absolute certainty that this woman was not joking.
"I'm just a subordinate of a subordinate of a subordinate. I really can't