Chapter 115

I just hope the Doctor and his team don't wander off.

"Hey Richard, what exactly does the boss want with us?"

A gang member patted Richard, who was wearing bandages, with some confusion.

He was the one who just notified everyone to come to the underground parking garage.

They said the boss had something important to announce.

However, the man called Richard seemed dazed for a moment, and then something seemed to flash in his pupils.

In an instant, he felt a jolt, as if...

He turned his head and said, as if waking from a dream.

"Huh? What? When did I say such a thing...? Wait, where am I?"

"Boss, they're up ahead."

However, before Richard could react, another group of people escorted a middle-aged man in a well-tailored black suit and walked up to them.

"Oh? Everyone's here."

The man raised an eyebrow, then glanced at Richard, and then at the gang members behind him.

"Charles said that your group two had something to say to me, so I came to check. Oh, it seems like everyone's here."

The man waved his hand, signaling the members who had followed him not to make any rash moves for the time being.

"Huh? No, no, boss, Richard told us that you had something important to announce, so we came along with you!"

Sensing that something was amiss, several members quickly chimed in.

"... What, Richard? Charles? What are you two trying to do?"

The gang leader's expression changed, as if he sensed something was wrong. He then immediately signaled his men to drag out the man called Charles.

Richard was naturally pushed to the center by the members behind him.

He stepped forward, looking around in bewilderment, while also glancing at Charles, who had been pushed in front of him.

The two looked at each other and realized that the other's expression was just as confused and bewildered as their own.

"No... it wasn't me, boss. I don't know what happened. I... I don't remember saying those things."

Richard quickly realized the situation and immediately knelt down at the leader's feet to explain.

However, the latter only gave him a suspicious look.

"Boss... something's not right. Almost all the members are gathered in this garage... I just called the front desk, and they said there's nothing unusual around the hotel..."

"I know..."

The gang leader sensed from the very beginning that something was extremely wrong with the situation.

He had initially thought that the attack on the Glasgow Gang had provoked discontent and resistance among his men, which was why he had listened to Charles and come down to the basement.

However, the situation he was facing was clearly not what he had expected.

"Charles, Richard, you should both know the rules... The way you're doing things, the brothers don't have that much time and energy to waste on your nonsense."

His words gradually turned cold, and then he raised his hand and said.

"Just follow the rules."

As soon as he finished speaking, two burly men stepped forward and pinned Charles and Richard to the ground.

"Alright, if there's nothing else, let's all go home and get back to what we're doing."

After finishing his speech, the leader lit a cigarette and prepared to leave.

From the very beginning, this godforsaken place gave him a strong sense of unease.

"Boss... Boss! The door... the door won't open!!!"

"Really..."

The younger brother, who had reached the gate, pushed it with some difficulty, but the gate seemed to be welded shut, and there wasn't a sound.

"Ahhh, boss, this really has nothing to do with me!"

Meanwhile, the wails of Charles and Richard could be heard from behind.

"... Where's the elevator?"

Ignoring the wailing behind him, the leader turned and gestured for his men to check the elevator doors.

"The elevator... the elevator buttons are broken."

"Did you scratch it?!"

The leader looked at his subordinate with surprise, then stepped forward to examine the situation himself.

Soon, three shocking tear marks on the elevator button control panel came into view.

"How is that possible...?"

He reached out and touched the tear that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere on the alloy control panel.

The elevator cost a fortune... Even with this level of damage, it's impossible for it to make not a sound!

"Boss... this wound looks like the claw marks of some wild animal."

"What beast with only three claws could silently tear through alloy?"

"I think it's more like someone is..."

Before the words were even finished, the basement lights suddenly went out, plunging everyone into darkness.

Emergency lights!!! Immediately!!!

The gang members stationed in the basement were almost all forced to learn some emergency knowledge, such as how to open special escape routes and where the emergency operation buttons were located.

The darkness didn't linger for long. The gang member closest to the emergency lights smashed the glass, and the soft light from the emergency power supply quickly illuminated the surrounding darkness.

"Damn it, I knew someone was up to something, Gordon. Who else is outside the garage... contact Gordon?"

The leader called out twice without response, then suddenly turned around and found his men looking around with similar puzzled expressions.

Gordon, who was just beside him... the man who had just spoken to him, a burly man who was easily 1.8 meters tall, disappeared into the crowd.

In fact, no one noticed anything was wrong.

Even the person involved didn't utter a sound!

"Something's wrong, damn it, something's wrong! The emergency exit is—"

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!!!"

"Damn it, haven't you guys finished dealing with Charles and Richard yet? Shut those two up..."

"Aaaaaaah--Boss! Boss, help... help me aaaaaah!"

The leader was taken aback, suddenly realizing that the screams behind him didn't sound like Richard and his companions... but rather like... the "thugs" he had sent out to deal with them.

He turned his head, and then his pupils widened suddenly. The scene before him was so horrifying that the other gang members around him were stunned in place.

Richard and Charles appeared to be fused together like clay, their two distorted faces lying on the ground, constantly flowing and merging.

The two thugs were now letting out miserable cries as they watched in despair as their hands sank directly into the lump of human flesh clay on the ground, which was still absorbing them.

"Victoria's profanity... What is this?!"

Chapter 71, Flesh and Blood and Legions

"Damn it, get out of here!"

Seeing this, the leader immediately drew a machete about half an arm's length from the waist of one of his henchmen, took a step forward, and unleashed two consecutive slashes!

Pfft!!

The blade sliced through the thugs' arms, which were embedded in the minced meat, as easily as a hot knife cutting into butter.

Two flashes of cold light appeared, and the two thugs who were still screaming were kicked aside by him.

Only...

The leader stared coldly at the crimson, mud-like substance still standing in his hand.

His two slashes clearly severed the arms of the two men who were stuck in the wound, but the blades offered no resistance whatsoever; this wasn't the feel one would expect when cutting off an arm.

Even the sharpest weapon will produce a dull snapping sound or feel resistance when it touches bone.

He knew this too, and both slashes were aimed at the joint; only in this way could he sever the arm in an instant.

But... that's not how it should feel at the elbow joint.

It's too soft... and there's absolutely no resistance from the blade.

This... doesn't make sense.

"You guys, stop the bleeding for these two first."

There's no time to think about these things anymore; the current situation is just too bizarre.

The man turned his head and looked at the pile of "Charles" and "Richard" on the ground.

At this moment, their bodies had completely merged into one, transforming into a bizarre lump of flesh that was constantly writhing. At the same time, Richard and Charles's faces were opening their mouths on top of it, as if trying to shout something, but only intermittent sobbing sounds came out.

"... Originium Arts? Or is it some kind of legendary sorcery..."

"Regardless of which one... everyone retreat, and then..."

The leader squinted, then slowly raised his arm, which was adorned with a ring.

Few people know that this gang leader, skilled with a knife, is actually a sorcerer.

This was also one of his trump cards. To conceal this deadly move, the leader even specially customized the "staff" used for casting spells into the shape of a small ring.

Although it is certainly not as efficient or powerful as those proper staves, what he wants is the element of surprise that comes from concealment.

I originally didn't want to expose myself to too many of my subordinates.

But the bizarre scene before him forced him to make the most appropriate judgment in an instant.

This monster is clearly not something that can be dealt with by slashing or similar methods.

Be cautious when you need to be, but don't hesitate to act when necessary, otherwise you'll face devastating failure.

The spell was activated, and the Arts Unit on the ring emitted a dazzling red light. Then, scorching flames were conjured out of thin air.

With a furious roar from the man, intense heat and light instantly enveloped the basement. Everyone instinctively cast curious or shocked glances at their leader, but the spell was quickly completed.

He was panting heavily as he looked at the bizarre tumor in front of him, now charred black and seemingly carbonized.

On the pitch-black exterior walls, one could even see Richard and Charles's faces, now blackened and frozen with expressions of pain.

"... Phew, what are you all standing there for! Those of you whose legs aren't weak yet, go check if the emergency exit is still usable. If it's not, get a few people to break down the door. Something's definitely wrong here!"

"Yes... yes, boss!"

The gang members immediately went to the narrow emergency exit to check if it was passable.

"... The rest of you, be on alert, watch out for what's above you..."

The leader took a deep breath; one threat remained unresolved.

Gordon, who inexplicably disappeared from his side...

"Tsk, remember to look around here------"

"Boss, those two... don't seem to be bleeding at all."

However, his thoughts were interrupted once again. He looked up at his boss, who was about to express his surprise to the two thugs who were dealing with the emergency.

"Bullshit! How could there be no blood if half an arm is severed!"

"You're all blind..."

Man

He suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, but still instinctively wanted to refute it. However, when he saw the missing arms of the two men, he froze on the spot.

Indeed, as they said, the large, smooth fracture was so fine that the pink bone marrow inside the bone was directly visible through the wound.