Clean it up. I don't want to see any blood on the streets tomorrow morning

The man was fast, especially when he used Shave, but against Kuta, the speed and strength Lucci took such pride in were as feeble as a schoolboy's.

Kuta raised his right hand, moving second but arriving first to block beside his head.

With a bang, he caught Lucci's full-force punch, then turned his hand and seized Lucci's fist before he could react.

Then he flicked it downward.

Just like shaking out noodles.

Crack!

The sound of breaking bones.

Then Lucci's body folded over as though someone had punched him from above, and with a—

Bang, he slammed into the ground.

Before dust could rise or the sound could spread, a layer of space sealed off the area, keeping the noise from disturbing the people sleeping nearby.

Pressure.

Overwhelming pressure.

It was no longer pressure on the mind or soul, but physical pressure bearing down on the body. It instantly filled the entire space, preventing the dust stirred up by Lucci's impact from rising into the air.

It also pressed Lucci deep into the ground, keeping him from getting up.

"Lucci!"

Everyone stared at Lucci, who lay like a dead fish with his body and arm twisted at unnatural angles, and couldn't help shouting.

Their voices were loud, but they too could not escape this space.

"Well! Why were you in such a hurry to die?"

"I wasn't going to let you go, but you could have lived a little longer, couldn't you?"

Kuta released his right hand, and the pressure vanished. Lucci's body slid down like soft mud, dropping into the wreckage he had just created with a thud that stirred up a faint cloud of dust.

"Urgh!"

He opened his mouth, and a stream of bright red blood shot out like a jet of water.

The bones in his