A fierce wind rose behind Nimrod, making his trench coat flap loudly. Its hem spread naturally to either side, making him look like a vampire spreading its bat wings in an ancient legend.
When did I ever order anyone to steal your things? No, this damned thief provoked someone he should never have touched! The gangster stared at the bizarre scene before him, not daring to make any rash moves. He recalled people with mysterious powers, like his own boss.
He had wanted to beg for mercy, but as Nimrod walked toward him step by step, he realized that this man had come with hostile intentions and had never intended to let him go. A vicious gleam flashed in his eyes. He abruptly raised his hand and pulled the trigger:
Times have changed!
This is the age of guns!
As he raised his hand, six bullets fired from the barrel in rapid succession, heading straight for the Beyonder's skull.
However, a moment later, he heard the sound of bullets piercing a wooden wall. The figure before him shattered piece by piece in the air like a bubble, leaving only a wall cracked by gunfire.
"Illusion"!
As he looked frantically from side to side for his attacker's current position, a voice came from behind his ear. A white mask rapidly filled his vision and pressed onto his face:
"How could firearms compare to a well-trained body? This is-no, it has always been-the age of Beyonders."
"Heh, don't imagine your boss will discover your death and avenge you. This mask can devour your face and help me disguise myself as you. I wonder if you have a family. Don't worry, I'll 'take care' of them for you."
The gang member felt as though countless mouths were gnawing at his face. As Nimrod's