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On the first floor of the hotel, the National Football Team Three Brothers leaned against one another. The entire floor looked as though a tornado had blown through it.

The National Football Team Leader held a Dark Purple Treasure Chest. The National Football Team Three Brothers weren't against killing people. When their lives were threatened, they would likewise finish off their enemies. They didn't possess that kind of pedantic sense of justice.

As long as the National Football Team Three Brothers believed something was right, the three of them would go all out. They simply didn't slaughter innocents.

The Treasure Chest in the National Football Team Leader's hands belonged to Phinks. The blond Phinks had died a very frustrating death, beaten to death by these three idiots. A hammer that caused dizziness with every strike was no mere decoration.

"Sure enough, hammers are justice. Cough, cough..."

The National Football Team Leader coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, his chest seriously caved in. The National Football Team Second used his remaining Mana to heal him.

"Treat the National Football Team Third first. He's more seriously injured."

At this moment, the National Football Team Third had one hand and one leg broken, and his body was covered in strangulation marks. He had been injured by Machi.

"Big Brother... I see an angel."

The National Football Team Third's pupils were somewhat unfocused, which frightened the National Football Team Leader and the National Football Team Second.

The National Football Team Second slapped the National Football Team Third repeatedly, striking him from both sides. After several loud slaps, the National Football Team Third's gaze actually became a little clearer.

"What the hell angel? You've lost too much blood and are hallucinating. Second Brother, stop hitting him. Third Brother's eyes are rolling back."

"Oh? Oh."

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