Following the red dot on the map, Aron Jackson led Hawthorne to a hotel.
He flung out a card and tossed it to the front desk, quickly heading upstairs.
Upon reaching the fifth floor, a beggar was standing there.
It seed he had been waiting for a long ti.
"Boss." The beggar tied up his hair and leaned over to Aron Jackson: "In the restaurant across the street, I found sothing fishy. Normally, the restaurant doesn’t have many custors, but why is there so much shit every day? And after we tested the feces, we were even more shocked!"
"Get to the point." Aron Jackson clamped a cigar between his fingers, squinting as he looked across the street.
"Ordinary Martial Artists have better digestion than regular people. But our test results show that this group’s shit is incredibly clean! It’s basically nothing! Just waste!" The beggar handed the test report to Aron Jackson.
"It’s definitely them." Aron Jackson tapped the report with his hand and pointed at the building across: "Surround them, charge in! Gonzalez City has many Martial Artists, but this is the first ti we’ve encountered ones who shit without a trace of bone!"
"Yes!"
The beggar whistled, and many Martial Artists charged in from all directions!
"I want to personally deal with those bastards!" Hawthorne dashed out, jumping down straight from the fifth floor.
Leading the charge, he rushed into the restaurant and shouted: "Today’s on , eat whatever you want!"
"Thank you." The diners calmly replied.
"Thanks for the thanks. But, why so calm?" Hawthorne walked over and grabbed the speaker: "Sir, I’m very sorry, but I might need to beat you to death next."
He reached out and tore!
Indeed, a face mask was pulled off!
Underneath was a featureless face.
"Sorry, but I’m formally notifying you now, I’m going to beat you to death." Hawthorne punched down!
The faceless man reached out, grabbing Hawthorne’s fist: "Why are you hitting ?"
"Because I have to, buddy, sorry." Hawthorne was in no mood for conversation; he was too angry!
Bam!
A punch landed.
The sound of bones cracking was heard.
Blood slowly flowed out.
Bam!
Another punch!
The person was beaten to death.
"If you count yourself in, stand up. If you want to live, raise your hand for inspection. If not, co at , hit !"
Hawthorne stood on the table, shouting loudly.
But no one raised a hand.
All the hotel guests were faceless people.
Weapons appeared in their hands, having been hidden under the tables.
"Wow, turns out all the guests here are their people! No wonder, changing faces, who would know it’s the sa person! Eating all day, no wonder they shit so much."
Aron Jackson, with a cigar in his mouth, waved his hand: "Go! Leave no one behind!"
He exhaled a puff of smoke and took two steps back.
The flock of beggars flooded in, charging into the restaurant!
Everyone had a machine gun in their hands without knowing when.
"Mr. Jackson, guns are useless, even golden bullets don’t work, have you forgotten?" Hawthorne shouted loudly, his back toward Aron Jackson.
"Trust in science! These are the latest bullets invented by Shadow Kims, watch and see!" Aron Jackson tossed the cigar, and his underlings imdiately handed him an SMG.
"Coming to Gonzalez City, my turf, and daring to cause trouble!" As Aron Jackson’s words fell, his SMG spewed flas!
Bullets poured out!
The beggars also started firing at the sa ti!
Countless bullets hit the faceless ones, as well as the walls.
"No reaction?" Hawthorne frowned slightly, watching the faceless ones walk step by step toward him, preparing to act.
"Hold on, wait."
Just as Aron Jackson finished speaking!
Flas suddenly erupted on the dried bodies!
"How about the Nether Emperor’s incendiary rounds?" Aron Jackson laughed loudly, watching the dried bodies turn into burning figures.
Finally turning into ashes.
"This science... is amazing!" Hawthorne was in shock.
Before he got the chance to act, the dried bodies had burned away.
The beggars carried their weapons and charged inside.
Bam!
Yet before they had ti to react, they were all kicked out.
"When guests co, how can you not inform us."
"Cough, cough..."
From the kitchen, an elderly hunchback walked out.
The elder was wearing a black robe and a hat, obscuring his face.
"Hill Leocadia?" Aron Jackson asked.
This get-up looked like Hill Leocadia.
Didn’t seem like a good person.
"Heh, Hill Leocadia... it’s been years since anyone called that na. Junior, you shouldn’t address that way." People slowly erged behind the elder.
"Then what should I call you? How about old bastard?" Aron Jackson’s tone wasn’t friendly; he showed no courtesy toward enemies.
What’s to scold must be scolded!
Repeated attempts at assassination ans they can’t be good people!
"Haha, young man, you will pay for your words and actions." The elder slowly raised his head.
Revealing a face identical to Aron Jackson’s.
"I will kill you, use your identity to return, and take out Julius Reed. Thank you for giving such a good opportunity." Hill Leocadia smiled gleefully.
"Fire!"
Aron Jackson pulled the trigger!
As the shot rang out, the elder’s feet swiftly dodged.
All the bullets missed!
The next mont, he appeared in front of Aron Jackson!
Bam!
At such a close distance, Aron Jackson fired a shot.
Hill Leocadia reached out his hand and caught the bullet.
Poof!
The next instant, flas exploded!
Hill Leocadia was unfazed, playing with fire in his hand.
"You only killed dried corpses refined by us faceless ones; your weapon is still not up to par against us." His face naturally showed a hint of pride.
Such small fry weren’t worth his ti.
"Who said so? Pardon , but you have no knowledge of science."
At that mont, a voice ca.
"Who!" Hill Leocadia turned his head and saw the uninvited guest standing at the hotel entrance.
The person wore a red robe, hooded, and dressed similarly to him.
"I am a scientist, Shadow Kims." Shadow Kims lifted his hood, hands behind him: "Take a look, see if there’s any change to your hand?"
Hill Leocadia frowned slightly but still opened his hand.
The flas were long gone, replaced by wisps of white smoke.
"You better pray your hand’s okay, because what I used is high strength acid. No matter how strong you are, aren’t you still human, right?" Shadow Kims smiled, standing unmoved at the entrance.
Sizzle...
Sure enough!
White smoke started billowing from Hill Leocadia’s hand.
"You scoundrel!" His figure flickered explosively, appearing before Shadow Kims in a step!
Bam!
Another loud bang.
An explosion occurred suddenly beneath Shadow Kims’ feet!
Hill Leocadia flew backward, landing unsteadily.
The corrosion on his hand continued!
"Devious, insidious scoundrel! I will kill you myself!" Hill Leocadia exclaid before crashing through the wall, disappearing into the hotel with a group of people.
"Chase!" Aron Jackson was about to move forward but was stopped by Shadow Kims.
"Don’t chase, I was bluffing him, it’s just carbonated water. This guy is very skilled; if we chase, we’ll die." Shadow Kims shook his head.
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