After obtaining Hughie and Marvin's souls, Andrew—well, Andrew did nothing. No rush. They could not die yet anyway, so he might as well harvest a couple more souls while he was at it.
As Lord of Hell, Andrew was very professional. He would not lose to those capitalists, after all. He had his pride too.
At that moment, Billy and Frenchie quietly approached the room with guns. When they saw A-Train, they fired without a second thought.
To A-Train, Billy and Frenchie's bullets were as slow as turtles. He easily dodged the bullets carrying air ripples, appeared in front of Billy, and smashed a heavy punch into his face.
Then, A-Train raised his foot and kicked Frenchie squarely in the chest.
A-Train was too fast. Before Billy and Frenchie could react, they were sent flying, crashing into the hallway walls with two loud bangs.
With the speed boost, both men opened their mouths and spat out blood at the same time. Their internal organs had clearly been injured.
"A bunch of ordinary people dare provoke The Seven?"
A-Train looked disdainful as he said, "We are Ability Users chosen by God, born superior to useless ordinary people like you."
"Heh, white people say that all the time. You white too?"
Billy was famous for never losing face even when he lost a fight, and he immediately mocked him. A-Train flew into a rage, stepped forward, and drove his knee into Billy's face. Blood poured from Billy's nose as he collapsed to the floor.
Fuck. One day, I'll kill every last Ability User.
Billy cursed furiously in his heart. He was utterly despairing. They were probably done for this time. Given Vought International's ruthlessness, they would never let them live.
At that moment, the Demon King Mark on Billy's shoulder lit up