Ever since peaceful Sichili Island had become territory jointly garrisoned by the mafias, how long had it been since outsiders had attacked it?
Thinking carefully, it seemed it had never happened.
Even when conflicts broke out, they were resolved at the killing grounds specifically meant to settle disputes between gangs.
As for anyone daring to make an enemy of the entire island on Sichili Island itself, none had appeared until now.
But now, the first enemies had arrived.
Countless family members and stationed personnel suffered heavy casualties despite wielding guns and cannons, while the enemy... remained completely unscathed.
Yes, that terrifying strength made countless members tremble.
Whether it was the man in the white headscarf leading them or the intellectual-looking older woman, both were terrifyingly powerful.
And that huge black bear beside them went without saying. It looked savage enough already, didn't it?
"Ohhh, Chloe, your ability is pretty useful, huh?" Wapol wore his trademark goofy grin. "What kind of ability is this? It's so convenient. We don't even need to lift a finger."
"Art manipulation. It was the captain's suggestion," Chloe said, her lips curving into a seductive smile. "What do you think? Convenient, right?"
Around them stood a group of abstracted mafia members. However, unlike the previous abstract forms, these people looked exceptionally ferocious.
Their eyes were bloodshot, and they looked as though they had visited a plastic surgery hospital in hell. Their entire art style had become savage and horrifying, with some even displaying demonic traits in an extremely realistic style.
They now went madly about firing their guns from the perimeter, while some charged in with demonized limbs for close combat.
Even when bullets struck them, they showed no reaction. Some were not even injured.
Chloe, meanwhile, touched those who were wounded but not yet dead.