It was just that this smile, falling into the eyes of the others, made them couldn't help but feel waves of terror.
Only then did they realize that sitting before them wasn't a sheep, but highly likely a tiger that had just finished eating soone, with at scraps still between its teeth.
"Friend, teor City does not exclude anyone. Since that is the case, from now on you are the shot-caller for District 9 and District 4. I am Brandon, the shot-caller for District 1."
Brandon cleared his throat and spoke, forcing a smile on his face that was as wrinkled as old tree bark.
Because he completely couldn't see through this guy in front of him.
The opponent hadn't shown any emotional fluctuations from beginning to end. It seed that even sitting here, he didn't feel any nervousness, lacking the awareness of being surrounded by a pack of wolves at all.
There are only two possibilities for this situation: one is that the opponent is a madman, and the other is that the opponent has absolute confidence in his own strength!
He didn't put anyone, including himself, in his eyes at all.
Regardless of which one it was, to tell the truth, Brandon didn't want to see it.
Brandon's change in attitude also caused the expressions of the other elders present to change. They finally realized sothing was wrong with the situation.
Erica, standing behind Riku at this mont, couldn't help but feel excited internally.
In the past, the role she played was Brandon's lackey. Although nominally the shot-caller of District 9, everyone understood that she was rely responsible for collecting rent; Brandon was the true mastermind.
But now.
She felt the way those guys looked at her had finally changed, no longer as vile as in the past.
And it was all willing to the man before her.
Lord Aizen!
Lilian sat nearby with hollow eyes. She had similarly decided to dedicate everything she had to Lord Aizen.
This Lord had saved her from hell.
She would use everything she had to be absolutely loyal to the other party.
No matter what Aizen asked her to do, she wouldn't have the slightest hesitation.
"Friend? No, you are not qualified to be my friends. However, if your performance is passable, I can allow you to beco my dogs."
Aizen Riku smiled and glanced at the person before him.
Na: District 1 Shot-caller, Brandon Traits: [Manipulation Nen Talent] (Gold), [Fire Nen] (Gold), [Fire Python Technique] (Gold), [Fire Clone] (Purple), [Disguise] (Purple), [Cold-Blooded] (Purple), others
As expected of the shot-caller for District 1.
He possessed a full three Gold traits, which of course included skills.
But placed in teor City, this absolutely belonged to the top tier.
The other elders present were far worse; they didn't even have a single Gold trait!
Truly f*cking weaklings!
No wonder a big, silly brute like Knox had the ability to shake this so-called chief position.
But although they were weaklings, they basically had Purple and Blue traits, possessing so Nen talent.
Barely passable.
There's a high probability... that Troupe group... truly are outstanding little geniuses from teor City.
Aizen's words instantly caused the expressions of the other shot-callers present to beco incredibly gloomy.
One must know they were also proper emperor-like existences in this teor City.
It could be said they could kill whoever they wanted, do whatever they wanted; even the law couldn't control them.
Moreover, having sat in high positions for a long ti, they were already accustod to being feared. But now... soone was shitting on their heads.
But the problem was, there were so many heads placed on the table.
Even if the opponent was clearly shitting on them, no one dared to speak up.
"F*ck you! What are you—"
Boom—
Big Gold Tooth nearby was enraged, his fist wearing brass knuckles smashing directly towards Riku.
But Aizen Riku still sat in place, unmoving, not even sparing him an extra glance.
Telekinesis!
Formless, terrifying power surged out, like a giant invisible hand, directly pressing him down to the ground on the spot like pressing down a little chick.
The long table shattered.
Aizen Riku was still sitting in his chair.
And Big Gold Tooth beside him was currently pressed firmly to the ground spread-eagled, like a dead dog, his ribs crackling and breaking one after another in succession.
The big gold teeth in his mouth even chipped and fell out one by one, his mouth full of blood.
The severe pain made him scream incessantly.
Big Gold Tooth was instantly scared silly. He wanted to beg for rcy, incredibly regretting why his mouth was so foul.
This foul-mouthed habit had killed him.
But before he could speak his words, he felt as if there was an invisible giant tree around him, forcefully twisting his limbs off.
Crack crack crack! Crunch!
Under everyone's incredibly shocked gazes, the limbs of this shot-caller assud a bizarre posture, entirely twisted and broken.
It was like... a twisted crab.
Blood splattered.
Yet not a single drop fell onto Riku.
Erica, standing behind him, had an unprecedentedly excited fanaticism surging in her eyes at this mont. On her tattooed face, one could faintly see streaks of a flush akin to climax.
Too aweso!
This is it!
This new master of hers is the master she dread of.
She was incredibly excited right now, formlessly glad she had beco Aizen's subordinate. Even as a maid, even as a plaything, it didn't matter!!
And then, under everyone's incredibly shocked gazes.
Big Gold Tooth seed to be hoisted up by an invisible crane, hoisted in front of everyone.
"Hehe."
Aizen Riku chuckled lightly.
Smack!
Like a waterlon, he was forcefully squeezed until he exploded!
Blood and minced at scattered across the floor, falling in front of the other shot-callers, even fragnts of shattered internal organs, warm and beating.
[Ding! You killed teor City Elder Big Gold Tooth]
[Ding! Automatic trait plunder triggered]
[Ding! Congratulations on obtaining [Enhancent Nen Talent] (Purple), [Manic] (Purple), [Pugilism] (Purple)]
[Ding! [Enhancent Nen Talent] (Purple) automatically fused, [Manic] (Purple) shattered]
A voice like heavenly music rang out in Riku's mind.
Barely passable.
His Enhancent type had already reached Red now, a Grandmaster-level talent. A Purple talent was sowhat inadequate.
But it could be considered essence; fusing more to push the progress bar was good too.
After the Red trait cos the Black trait.
As for sothing like pugilism...
Very useless, but no harm in keeping it. Maybe soday he'll feel like it and create his own fist technique.
How about the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?
Mighty Vajra Palm?
Riku thought internally.
"..."
The entire scene was dead silent.
The expression of every single elder was exceptionally ugly.
They didn't expect this man before them to actually be so terrifying, easily insta-killing Big Gold Tooth right in front of everyone.
Although that guy usually had a foul mouth, his strength absolutely couldn't be underestimated.
But in front of this man, let alone one move, there wasn't even a single move. The opponent fundantally didn't strike, and he was directly insta-killed.
What the f*ck kind of Nen is this!?
100% Nen!
But no one could figure out exactly what kind of ability this was, because in this world, everyone has the potential to awaken Nen, but different ways of using [Hatsu] yield entirely different effects.
"Friend, hehe, your strength has already gained our recognition. But if you wish to sweep over all of us with such a tough posture, I'm afraid things won't go your way."
Brandon, this old scher, directly spoke up.
Instantly, the other shot-callers present also reacted and uniformly stood on his side.
The mafia underlings who heard the commotion outside the door also rushed in one after another.
For a ti, a full several hundred people glared like tigers watching their prey.
And on Riku's side, there were still only three people.
It looked like they were at an absolute disadvantage.
It seed this massive dark crowd of underlings behind them gave these shot-callers confidence again.
"Damn it! You didn't think killing Big Gold Tooth would allow you to coerce us, did you? I'll tell you the truth: if you are willing to honestly be a shot-caller, we can pretend nothing happened. If you are unwilling, then don't bla us for not being polite!"
"Brandon! My District 10 agrees to join your command now, on the condition that you kill this guy!"
" too! teor City absolutely cannot have such a guy appear."
...
The several shot-callers spoke up one after another.
Before Riku's appearance, the entire teor City was in a delicate state of equilibrium.
Although Brandon's District 1 was stronger than the shot-callers of other districts, it was absolutely not strong to an absurd degree.
But now.
As long as one wasn't blind, they could see that the strength of this guy in front of them was absolutely terrifying.
If everyone didn't unite, there probably wouldn't be any hope.
"Hehe, friend, using a move like that just now must have consud a lot of your stamina, right? If we choose to flee, you probably won't have a way to chase us down one by one. But when you are weak, we will counterattack."
"You don't want to worry about our counterattacks all day long either, do you?"
Brandon threatened with a gloomy face, a layer of flas strikingly erging around his body.
"Right! Hehe! That idiot Big Gold Tooth's strength wasn't weak; killing him must have consud quite a bit of yours."
"Block in front of , you idiots! Protect !"
"Agree to Boss Brandon's words, and everyone can peacefully be neighbors, otherwise don't bla us."
...
The several shot-callers threatened sinisterly.
"Sigh... why is it that when I speak human words, you guys never understand?"
Aizen Riku sighed softly.
He raised a finger towards Brandon's direction.
Byakurai - Cero!
Boom—
A flash as thick as a water bucket instantly exploded.
The entire eting room was completely pierced through, and a transparent hole appeared in the wall.
The old guy Brandon actually dodged it, but his expression right now was also incredibly ugly.
Those other shot-callers were even more startled.
Fck!*
This guy actually knows how to use ranged attacks too!
"Fire!!"
Brandon was also enraged and fiercely waved his hand.
Instantly, he seemingly transford into an outlet for a torrent of flas. Towering flas cascaded downwards towards Aizen, originating from him.
"Dodge quickly!"
"Brandon, you madman!!"
"F*ck!"
...
The other shot-callers hastily scrambled away, while those underlings who couldn't dodge in ti were instantly engulfed by these flas.
Within the flas, they let out incredibly miserable screams, quickly losing their voices and turning into charred remains.
And under everyone's gazes.
The trio of Aizen, Erica, and Lilian simply didn't have ti to flee and were directly engulfed by the flas.
Seemingly worried that they wouldn't be burned thoroughly enough, this old scher Brandon directly transford into a flathrower, desperately releasing his Fire Nen.
He even burned the concrete floor and walls until they began to crack, the entire house tottering.
"Put so effort into it, Brandon! Burn this monster to death! After he's dead, I am willing to respect you as the boss."
"That guy is finished!!"
"Damn it! Even the steel rebar has lted directly, how could a person possibly withstand it?"
"Phew... That idiot Erica is dead too, serves her right to die! Damn it!"
"Boss Brandon, teor City should have many vacant areas now, can we carry out a rezoning?"
"Right, right, right! Boss Brandon!"
...
Realizing that this incident was not a crisis, but rather a trendous opportunity.
The several shot-callers instantly beca excited.
It was good they died; the more who died, the bigger the piece of cake they would get to share when the ti ca.
The flas continued for a full quarter of an hour. Brandon swore he had never exerted his ability with all his might like this in his entire life.
He even felt as if his ability had seemingly achieved so sort of breakthrough.
Such high temperatures were already akin to a slting furnace.
Let alone a person, even if tal was dropped inside, it should be lted into juice by now.
"Huu—"
Sweating profusely, Brandon looked as if he had just recovered from a severe illness. His chest heaved violently as he gasped for air, his eyes staring fixedly at the house.
The flas gradually extinguished.
The high temperature caused the air to distort slightly.
Crack, boom!!
Finally.
The entire house could no longer withstand it and directly shattered, fell, and collapsed!
The concrete had turned to powder after being baked by the high temperature, and the steel rebar inside had lted into molten iron.
But everyone was still sowhat nervous.
The smoke and dust gradually cleared.
Everyone finally saw the situation before them clearly.
"That monster... should be thoroughly dead, right?!"
One shot-caller spoke up.
Just as the others were preparing to speak, their voices suddenly got stuck in their throats, as if a hand had grabbed their necks. Their words reached their lips but couldn't be spoken.
Every single person, and those punk underlings, widened their eyes one by one, with expressions completely like they had seen a ghost, their eyeballs almost popping out.
Brandon even almost couldn't catch his breath and passed out directly.
His expression was incomparably horrified!
In the scorching ruins.
The entire house had collapsed.
But amidst that collapsed house, an intact area of about 5 ters remained.
Intact floor, intact chairs, even intact curtains.
That demon-like man still sat in his chair with a smile on his face, looking at Brandon, who looked like a clown.
Behind him, Erica also had an excited yet terrified expression, while Lilian's gaze remained hollow.
The three of them... let alone being burned to death, there wasn't even any sign of the corners of their clothes being scorched.
It was as if there was an invisible, transparent glass cover that completely separated them from the flas.
Ghost!
H... how is this possible!?
Brandon staggered a step back, feeling a buzz in his entire head, as if it had exploded.
He had played with fire his entire life, and had absolutely never seen the situation before him.
This had burned for a full ten-plus minutes, even turning steel into juice!
The opponent... was still completely unhard, and had even protected the other two.
"Just this little fla? It won't even be enough to light the candles at my birthday party in the future."
Aizen slowly stood up, looking at Brandon, the corners of his mouth slightly raised as he smiled.
But this smile, falling into this old scher's gaze, was simply more terrifying than a Shinigami's smile.
In this instant, the hairs on his back all stood on end one by one.
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