Double kill

As the Magician jumped, he glanced behind him and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Jilan getting further and further away. He didn't have many props left, and if Jilan persisted, he would probably be in grave danger.

In the League of Villains' plan, the retrieval of the Ragdoll was supposed to go unnoticed. While everyone else was preoccupied with their own problems, they would quietly complete their plan, feigning one move while secretly making another. The Magician never expected that in this thick, Poison Gas, someone would be relentlessly pursuing him without any protective gear.

The Magician had done his homework before this operation and obtained information from Tomura Shigaraki: among the students at U.A. High School, apart from a boy with green seaweed hair and Endeavor's son with red and white hair, the one who needed the most attention was Jilan Jiyu, the runner-up at the U.A. High School Sports Festival.

Tomura Shigaraki warned them that if they encountered Jilan Jiyu, it would be best not to fight him. Tomura Shigaraki didn't explain why, and the Magician secretly mocked Shigaraki, thinking he was petty.

Now he finally understood what Shigaraki was afraid of. Jilan Jiyu was really too troublesome. Fortunately, that guy had given up. Otherwise, if others knew that he had been chased for two miles in a sorry state, the Magician- like mystery he had built up over the past few days would all disappear!

As the Magician pondered this, he glanced at Jilan again and noticed that he seemed to have given up on chasing him. The speed at which Ji Lan was jumping from branch to branch had slowed down. However, to the Magician's surprise, Jilan Jiyu seemed to be holding something in his hand, as if he wanted to throw it over as a final attempt.

The Magician laughed. Who did he think he was? He was a master of props and hidden weapons, and he would never be defeated by an amateur.

His performative impulse flared up, so he stopped abruptly, stood on a tree trunk, and bowed to Mr. Jilan —not out of politeness, but out of mockery.

Just as he bowed, the hidden weapon that Jilan had thrown was already spinning and flying close to him; the Magician could even feel the sound of the wind rushing through the air.

But he wasn't in a hurry. Instead, he calmly pulled a small toy umbrella, which looked like a decoration on a juice bottle, from his pocket.

With a loud "bang," the umbrella, which had been no bigger than a finger, suddenly expanded, completely shielding the Magician behind it.

The Magician's Quirk "Compress," which allows him to Compress and then restore things.

His umbrella was a specially made metal umbrella, capable of blocking all hidden weapons. In the Magician's mind, he thought he might be making a mountain out of a molehill; at most, Jilan only had pebbles or something similar in his hand, how could they possibly hurt him?

The "hidden weapon" landed on the umbrella with a soft "clang" and then fell silent. However, the Magician remained calm and waited a few seconds until there was still no further damage. So, he put the umbrella away and prepared to run away.

The Magician looked up and saw a toy car attached to his umbrella. He didn't know what material it was made of, but it was firmly attached to the umbrella. Even when he shook it a few times, the toy car didn't fall off. It actually matched his umbrella quite well.

"Carrying a toy car with you, what an interesting person. If I could, I'd really like to have a good chat with you, but for now, I'd better leave."

The Magician remained cautious, not touching the toy car with his hands, but instead conjuring a magic wand from his palm to try and lift the toy car off.

However—the toy car started moving.

The Magician was stunned. He seemed to see the skull on the front of the toy car opening and closing its teeth, as if it were about to devour him!

"Art is an explosion!"

After a deafening explosion, the Magician fell from the tree branch like a rag doll, landing heavily on the ground, his fate unknown.

A minute later, Jilan arrived at the Magician's location. The pale mask on his face had been blown apart, revealing his ordinary and weathered face. He was not dead, but had passed out due to inhaling the Poison Gas.

"Master, how was it! I did a great job this time, didn't I!"

The Sheer Heart Attack came to Jilan's side, wanting to get a compliment from Jilan. However, Jilan kicked it away without any mercy, squatted down, and groped the Magician's body while speaking irritably.

"What's there to be happy about? Have you forgotten what I just said? Once he enters your blast radius, detonate it immediately. Just blow off his mask, and he'll be knocked unconscious by the poison gas. And you? Not only did you not detonate immediately, but you tried to rush towards his face! Do you think you're a kamikaze pilot? If this guy hadn't gone crazy and stayed put with an umbrella, your mission would have failed long ago!"

The skull, feeling utterly ashamed by Jilan's words, hurriedly said anxiously, "No matter what, I've at least put in a lot of effort, haven't I? Master, please don't lock me in the Little Kuro!"

Jilan pointed a finger into the depths of the Poison Gas, not even glancing at the Sheer Heart Attack, and casually said, "There should be one more enemy in there. Just keep him alive."

Jilan didn't think the guys using the Poison Gas would be very aggressive; sending the Sheer Heart Attack would be enough.

Although Jilan didn't mention the reward, for the skull, being able to make it explode something would already be the greatest reward.

"Master, rest assured, I will definitely not make a mistake this time!" The Sheer Heart Attack confidently charged into the Poison Gas.

Two minutes later, after a series of continuous explosions, the purple Poison Gas gradually thinned out, dissipating quickly like water without a source.

"The mission was completed well," Jilan said casually to the Sheer Heart Attack that had run back.

The skull asked expectantly, "Master, then I..."

"You can go back now." Jilan reached out and grabbed the chariot, retracted her Quirk, and placed it back on her wrist.

Jilan stood up, holding three azure blue marbles that she had taken from the Magician's pocket. Jilan could feel that Ragdoll was Compress inside one of them.

Jilan sensed the Ragdoll's condition using her Hamon. It seemed she had been ambushed and suffered a heavy blow to the head. She probably wouldn't regain consciousness for a while. Rather than letting her out, it would be safer to keep her in the pearl.

Aside from the three marbles, the Magician's other possessions were just common items shrunk to toy size, with little value.

Jilan could sense that the material of these three marbles was definitely not ordinary; they were most likely made from "Raw Stone".

But we can think about those things later. Right now, we need to deal with the immediate problems first.

"Come out, I see you," Jilan said calmly.

No one responded.

"Do I need to say more, Kurogiri?" Jilan placed his hand on the Magician's neck. "I'm not bluffing you. I'll give you three seconds. Three, two!"

In the darkness, a space was torn open, and a distorted shadow solidified from its blurry state, revealing a Dark Shadow figure dressed as a waiter.

"As expected of Jilan, my clumsy concealment couldn't fool you after all." Kurogiri bowed to Jilan, his voice very steady. "I waited at the target location for several minutes for the gentleman standing at Jilan's feet, but he didn't appear, so I thought something might have happened to him, and I was right."

"The moment you appear, the surrounding elements become turbid; there's no way I wouldn't notice," Jilan said, frowning. "You're planning to take this guy away?"

The Kurogiri appeared after Jilan retrieved the Sheer Heart Attack; he didn't see how the Magician was killed, a fact Jilan was certain of.

Kurogiri said, "That gentleman is an important member of our League of Villains. He shouldn't have stopped here. I hope you, Jilan, can let him go. I think you won't refuse this request."

A flame suddenly appeared, and a person with bandages wrapped around his wrists and large burn scars on his face emerged from the darkness. Behind him followed a person dressed like the Little Kuro from Conan.

Behind Little Kuro was a Nomu with several arms, holding the motionless Jiro and Hagakure in its arms.