Capone Bege had a thick cigar clenched between his teeth.
The curling smoke blurred the expression on his face, a mixture of mockery and coldness.
He was like an aristocrat watching gladiatorial combat in his own backyard.
Leisurely observing Sanemi Shinazugawa as he charged left and right in the distance, only growing increasingly bedraggled.
Sanemi's Tornado slashes remained sharp.
Continuously cutting the charging Gang Killers into fragments of shadow,
but those shadows quickly re-formed under the Teigu's power.
And against the copper wall and iron rampart formed by the Gang Thugs,
his attacks found it difficult to achieve any effect.
Every attempt to break through was forced back by rows of heavy shields and dense firepower.
He could only be like a fierce beast trapped in an iron cage—full of savagery, yet unable to break free.
"A futile struggle."
Bege gave a muffled assessment.
He then spat the little cigar he had left onto the ground and thoroughly crushed it beneath his gleaming leather shoe.
The silver-black "Godfather's Majesty: Flame Tank" in his right hand
seemed to sense the change in its master's intent and let out a low hum.
"Dictator."
Bege's low voice rang out.
The silver-gray Revolver in his hand suddenly bloomed with a dark red glow.
Its outline rapidly stretched and warped within the light.
In the blink of an eye, the rugged revolver vanished.
In its place was a Mauser 98k rifle, its harsh lines filled with mechanical beauty.
Its long barrel, iconic bolt-action mechanism, and the scope mounted atop it, gleaming with an eerie light,
made it precisely the long-range assassination weapon most beloved by gangsters of the old era.
Bege skillfully braced the rifle against his shoulder and brought his eye close to the scope.
The scope's crosshairs instantly locked onto Sanemi Shinazugawa, who