Do you think we gangsters are all dead?

"Years ago, Gelman did some dirty work for a minor boss under the Ten Dons. But later, due to some financial dispute, he killed that boss."

"The minor boss's subordinates have been hunting him, and they even put out a bounty, but no one has ever successfully claimed it. The Ten Dons also don't care about the lives of such minor figures."

"However, more than two months ago, news spread that Gelman was suspected of being a Phantom Troupe member. The bounty suddenly increased, and more people started targeting him."

Light understood. He pondered for a moment and asked a crucial question: "Were our people involved in hunting Gelman?"

Daznuo was slightly bent over, making him appear shorter than his boss.

"Before, one of our people, along with members from other families, formed a four-person team to try their luck, but they were all killed."

"Is that so?" Light mused for a while longer and said, "Daznuo, quietly pass down the order. Our family members are no longer to participate in hunting Gelman."

"Yes." Daznuo agreed immediately.

"Also, we don't know he's Gelman," Light said sternly. "Tonight, I had an argument with Shanzhi and was in a bad mood, so I left Yorknew City overnight."

Daznuo looked at Light in surprise, then immediately understood his boss's intention. "Yes, Shanzhi said some very unpleasant things and even threatened you. You were very angry and decided to leave Yorknew City."

"Mm," Light nodded. "From now on, whatever happens in Yorknew City will have nothing to do with us, and it won't involve Neon either."

"I understand." Daznuo, like Light, thought of the prophecy and felt a chill down his spine.

At this moment, Neon poked half her body out from the back seat of the car, rubbing her eyes sleepily. "Dad, can't we go yet? I want to go back to sleep."

Light immediately put on a kind smile, turned, and got into the back seat of the car to sit with his daughter.

"I'm sorry, Neon, we're going to change our plans and leave Yorknew City by private Airship."

"Eh--Dad, you're going back on your word again!" Neon was very unhappy.

"I can't help it, there's something important."

Daznuo closed the door of the back seat of the car and sat in the front passenger seat.

The other guards also got into the preceding and following cars in a well-trained manner. They formed a long, winding line and quickly drove onto the road.

Meanwhile, Gelman didn't rush back to the Bichitata Restaurant he had booked in advance. Instead, he strolled along the long riverbank.

The river surface was like a piece of black silk, with only the moonlight reflecting on its rippling surface.

Gelman was enjoying his own time when he noticed a few "Rats" following him, getting closer and closer.

He quickly realized their intentions, as he had spent more than half of his time dealing with such trackers for the past two months.

Gelman simply slowed his pace until the "Rats" took the initiative to greet him.

"Hey, hey, hey." Shanzhi had one hand in his pocket and the other touching his bald head as he sidled in front of Gelman, shouting, "You, you're Gelman, right?"

"I am." Gelman was used to this routine. To save time, he admitted it proactively, "There are only six of you, are you going to attack me?"

"What?" Shanzhi raised his voice, "You don't think I'd be afraid of you just because you killed a small boss and joined that so-called Phantom Troupe, do you?"

Shanzhi's five subordinates drew their pistols one after another, forming a fan-shaped formation, their muzzles aimed at Gelman.

"Kid, do you know what the mafia is?" Shanzhi said, hands in his pockets, clicking his tongue fearlessly, "I'm a direct subordinate of the 'Ten Dons,' the highest-ranking figures in the mafia!"

"The Phantom Troupe is nothing. You just haven't encountered us yet, and you dare to call yourselves 'the most heinous band of thieves in history'? Don't get too arrogant!"

Gelman didn't respond to Shanzhi. Silence was best for now.

He was very familiar with this rhythm. Next, this bald guy would probably announce his family name and demand Gelman surrender or just shoot.

If there were a "Skip" button nearby, Gelman would definitely be mashing it right now.

End this quickly.

He materialized the Meat Saw from his palm out of thin air, like a magic trick, which stunned Shanzhi and the others.

Just as Gelman was about to make a move, he suddenly heard a ringing from his chest.

So, he reached into his Hunter Cloak with his left hand and pulled out his phone. The caller ID read "Glasses Girl."

"Hello." Gelman answered the call.

Shizuku's voice came from the other end: "Hello, is this Gelman? It's Shizuku."

"It is."

"Oh, oh."

Gelman had initially stunned the crowd by suddenly producing a strangely shaped Meat Saw.

But now, he was casually answering a phone call in front of Shanzhi and the others. Shanzhi and his men felt an indescribable humiliation!

Do you think we're all dead?

"Damn it! How dare you look down on us!" Shanzhi's veins bulged on his face as he pulled the trigger and fired with a bang, "Die!"

His subordinates followed suit, firing in unison. At this close range, with such dense gunfire, they could already imagine Gelman's tragic end.

However, Gelman had disappeared.

The bullets hit the ground, some ricocheting and flying off in other directions.

"What..." Shanzhi's expression turned to shock, "Where did he go?"

At this moment, a "噗嗤" sound came from the side, followed by something rolling onto the ground and something splashing onto Shanzhi.

He turned his head and saw Gelman standing next to one of his subordinates.

That subordinate had become a headless corpse, blood gushing out like arrows.

"Have you considered it?" Gelman asked, still on the phone, flicking the blood off his Meat Saw as the corpse fell, "Mm... mm... mm... I understand."

Shanzhi and his men, their hair standing on end in terror, disregarded formation or friendly fire and unleashed a barrage of shots at Gelman.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang..."

However, Gelman first deflected several bullets with his Meat Saw, then vanished like a ghost once more. When he reappeared, one subordinate had his arm severed, and another was cut in half at the waist.

Amidst piercing screams, only two men remained beside Shanzhi.

Gelman was still on the phone: "Can't you hear me? Some people were shooting over here just now... Then let's meet at the agreed-upon place, I'm heading over now."

Shanzhi's mood at this moment had plummeted to the lowest possible point.

He had emptied his magazine, yet not a single bullet had hit Gelman. He had also watched helplessly as Gelman casually cut down another subordinate.

The last subordinate wailed and begged for mercy, looking at Shanzhi for help, but Gelman split his abdomen open. His intestines spilled out like a full load of cargo from a train car.

He reached out with both hands to stuff them back in, but couldn't manage it, only able to lie on the ground with a mournful face.