"No!"
"This is impossible!"
"Father was an Intermediate Martial Artist wearing B3 Grade Battle Armor. How could he have died?"
Watching everything through the monitors in the underground secret chamber, Eugene was nearly driven mad, utterly stripped of his earlier composure and calm.
His father, Nison Walker, had been crucial to the Two-Headed Gang attaining its current scale.
With the strength of an Intermediate Martial Artist and B3 Grade Battle Armor, he had been one of the foremost experts in the entire suburbs. With martial artists forbidden from fighting one another within the city, no faction could do anything to him.
This had been the Two-Headed Gang's greatest source of confidence, like a pillar steadying the sea.
But now his father had actually died, and died in their own headquarters. How could Eugene possibly believe it?
"That damned Obsidian Martial Arts Hall! They must have hired some major figure from the Bone Forging Realm to assassinate him!"
"Madmen! Everyone in Obsidian Martial Arts Hall is a madman!"
As Eugene watched Luo Wu Shang and the other five martial artists continue their slaughter on the surveillance feed, his eyes held anger, fear, and confusion—but more than anything, regret.
He simply could not understand it. He had merely killed six Obsidian Martial Arts Hall underlings. In gang conflicts, that was something as common as daily bread. At worst, the Two-Headed Gang would have had to compensate them with some martial artist resources.
Yet he had never expected Obsidian Martial Arts Hall to be so insane. Not only had they sent six martial artists straight to their doorstep, they had even been willing to flip the table and hire a major figure from the Bone Forging Realm for an assassination. Only madmen could do something like this.
Fights between martial artists were