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"Hey, bitches, looks like there's someone here. He passed out."

In a haze, Hayato heard someone speaking. The voice was flippant, and more importantly, the language sounded incredibly awkward. For a moment, Hayato could not make out what the person was saying.

Hiss!

A sudden, violent headache struck, and Hayato could not help sucking in a cold breath.

"He's awake."

That voice seemed startled.

Another voice said urgently, "Then hurry up and get to work. Are we waiting for the cops to show up after we're done?"

A third voice said, "Hey, Chris, aren't you being a little too timid? This is Hell's Kitchen at night. What cop would be tired of living enough to come here?"

Chris was a tall, skinny young Black man. "Marshall, I admit you're right, but cops aren't the only ones who like sticking their noses into other people's business. There are also those freaks in masks who call themselves superheroes."

The moment superheroes were mentioned, the atmosphere turned heavy.

Marshall said angrily, "You and your bad luck. Stop talking nonsense. All right, Kevin, get to work. You're the best at looting corpses."

"Hehe, leave it to me..."

Kevin, the one who had spoken first, was also a Black man. He had an afro, with one of his front teeth painted black, making him look rather ridiculous.

Hayato felt a hand reaching toward him.

He grabbed it, felt a greasy sensation, and immediately flung it away.

He looked up and saw three panicked Black men.

"Don't be scared, Kevin. Look at his eyes, he's blind!" Marshall said, pretending to be calm. "We're men who are going to accomplish great things. We can't back down. Besides... tomorrow's payment day. If we don't have the money, Drake will beat us to death."

Drake was their