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The moment Illumi stepped out of the room, two uninvited guests arrived at the factory.
"Squeak~"
A black sedan stopped outside the factory gate. The car door opened, and two tall men in pure black suits stepped out.
"This factory is the headquarters of the Thaddeus gang."
A bald, burly man in a suit squinted his eyes, looking into the factory. He was at least 1.9 meters tall, and his muscular physique completely filled out his suit.
"The news of the golden mask came from this gang."
The other man, with a yin-yang face (perhaps one side of his face scarred or discolored), directly strode towards the factory gate. The gang guards at the entrance immediately rose to block them.
"Hey, are you two blind?"
"There's a big sign, 'No unauthorized entry,' can't you see?"
But the two men didn't even spare him a glance, walking straight towards the factory's interior. The guard, seeing their impudence, took out a stun gun from the security room and approached the two with a wicked grin.
"Heh heh, I like you tough guys who barge in. There's something to be..."
Before the guard could finish speaking, the bald strong man on the left raised his left arm, palm open, and brought it down on the guard's crown.
"Bang!"
A soft thud, like hitting a basketball.
But the guard's neck recoiled with two "crack-crack" sounds. Half of his head was pressed into his chest, blood oozed from his seven orifices, and he fell to the ground with a "thud."
Ignoring the dead guard, the two continued forward, standing at the factory entrance, scanning the interior.
A short-haired man driving a forklift glanced over. At first, he thought they were the boss's bodyguards, but then he saw the guard lying dead on the ground.
"Who are you?!"
He roared, his voice echoing through the factory, immediately drawing the attention of all gang members inside, who began to converge towards them.
Meanwhile, Illumi had just stepped out of the office door, just in time to hear that loud roar.
"Are other gangs looking for trouble?"
Illumi initially thought this as he looked at the two figures, until they spoke a sentence.
"I ask you, where is the golden mask?"
The short-haired man driving the forklift immediately stomped on the gas, charging towards the two men in black at the entrance, a mocking grin on his face.
"You dare to kill our people? Even if we knew, you wouldn't survive!"
The black-suited strong man with the yin-yang face remained expressionless. He took a step forward, raised his left arm, and with a "thud," single-handedly blocked the charging forklift.
"How is that possible!?"
On the forklift, the short-haired man fiercely stomped on the gas, but the forklift remained rooted to the spot.
At this moment, the other bald strong man came to the right side of the forklift and directly pulled the man inside out.
"Where is the golden mask?"
The short-haired man driving the forklift now understood: these two men were monsters.
"I, I only know that a team leader-level big brother wears it on his face all day."
"Where is he?"
"He, he was called into the boss's office."
The short-haired man pointed to the brightly lit office on the second floor, deep inside the factory. At this moment, Illumi also reached the outermost edge of the crowd. A white light flickered beneath his feet, and he transformed into Tristain, the gang boss.
"What are you doing?!"
"These two bastards killed our men! Why aren't you killing them?!"
The gang members, who had formed a semicircle around the scene, heard the familiar voice and looked back. Indeed, it was their boss.
"Charge!!"
In the crowd, a team leader immediately took the lead and charged forward.
With a leader, others were quickly inspired. A hundred gang members surrounded the two men in black, a dark, dense mass.
"Thump thump..."
Sounds of flesh colliding, and blood splattered.
But unfortunately, no one could actually touch the two men in black. They were usually either punched to death or kicked to death upon entering within two meters of them. In just one minute, out of a hundred gang members, only twenty were left. They stared at the two blood-stained men in black, fear on their faces, their feet involuntarily retreating.
"Get out of the way!"
Suddenly, someone behind the crowd shouted. A pot-bellied fat man stepped out, cradling an assault rifle, and pulled the trigger with a ferocious expression.
"Die!"
"Tat-tat-tat-tat..."
The fat man's flabby body constantly trembled, and flames spurted from the gun muzzle. In three breaths, an entire magazine was emptied.
"No, impossible!"
After stopping his firing, the fat man looked at the two men in black, who were still standing in place, completely unharmed, his expression incredulous.
In Illumi's eyes, one of the men in black had already used Nen. The yin-yang faced strongman stood in front, a dark red shield in front of him.
"Nen user."
Illumi's eyelids lowered. He had come specifically to this place to find the golden mask, and there was also a force with this level of strength. He quickly thought of the client who had hired him to assassinate Spiro. The Spiro family was a force that even Nen users dared not easily provoke. That would be the Sigrit family.
Guildford City was one of the top ten cities in the Eden United States, one of the world's largest freshwater ports, had a huge free trade zone, and was the most important railway hub in the country. A mayor of a city of this caliber was by no means comparable to a mere gang.
"Since you've acted, you can't hold back."
A deep, resonant voice sounded. The bald strongman stepped out from behind his companion, pulled out a silver-white pistol from his embrace.
"Quick, run!"
The remaining twenty gang members turned and fled with terrified expressions. The bald strongman squinted his eyes and pulled the trigger.
However, strangely, no bullets were fired from the muzzle, nor was there any gun sound.
"Pfft pfft pfft..."
But the fleeing gang members kept falling one by one, as if they had indeed been shot by bullets. The bald strongman pulled the trigger more than twenty times; all the gang members fell, none missing.
"An Emitter type ability?"
Illumi looked at the silver-white pistol in the bald strongman's hand. When he pulled the trigger, bullet-shaped aura shot out from the muzzle.
"Then the other one, is a Conjurer?"
Illumi recalled the dark red shield that had appeared in front of the man. One person was responsible for offense, and the other for defense, as if they had been specially trained.
"You are Tristain Thaddeus. You have guts."
After killing all the gang members, the bald strongman looked at Illumi, who stood not far away, and praised him, seeing his calm expression.
"Hand over the golden mask."
"Or, after seeing our power, do you still have the courage to fight us?"
Both men in black looked at Illumi, their tones flat. They were clearly full of confidence in themselves.
"Click."
Illumi ignored them. He simply gently opened the cedar box in his hand and presented the golden mask inside to them.
"The golden mask is right here."
Illumi's lips curled into a provocative smile.
"If you've got the guts, come and get it yourself."