Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 352 [The Rain Is About to Stop]

time.

10:30.

South area.

The center of all events tonight.

After the storm subsided, everyone quieted down.

Even those who were passionately exchanging fire just a moment ago have temporarily forgotten to pull the trigger.

Because everyone's attention was focused on the most central area.

The center of the battlefield.

The two people who truly determined the outcome of this war.

Old Man Shiwen, and the skullcutter.

Old Man Shiwen remained standing there, the Skullbreaker's axe failing to achieve any results; it was still firmly held in Old Man Shiwen's hand.

Dad is alright, Dad is still standing.

This was the most genuine thought in the hearts of those who were once allies at that moment.

The sudden roar in the wind and rain was still quite shocking, especially since Dad seemed to have stopped moving for a moment, which made everyone even more worried.

Fortunately, Dad is alright.

Instantly, the morale of the former allies soared, as if even the guns in their hands had become more powerful.

however……

next moment.

Just as everyone was about to launch a fierce attack, an unusual phenomenon suddenly appeared on Old Man Xiwen's head. A tiny hole first appeared on his temple, and then the hole began to expand instantly, gushing out thick blood, along with flesh and other liquids.

Old Man Xiwen's body suddenly gave way, and he almost collapsed onto the large axe, kneeling directly on the ground.

He also started spitting blood.

He was not dead yet, because there was still light in his pupils. He was looking at the skullbreaker, but he wasn't actually looking at the skullbreaker. His eyes were actually looking at the sky, somewhere.

"Why……"

He doesn't understand.

It also seemed to carry a strong sense of resentment.

But he couldn't say anything more because his injuries were too severe.

His entire head was pierced.

He wasn't like Johnny Blackbird or Trevor, who had a deep connection with death; his true name was associated with wind, rain, thunder, lightning, and the sea.

It's not life.

So after his head was punched through, he couldn't survive.

But he was still reaching out in vain, as if trying to grab something.

"Dad!"

The first to react was the stubborn Moron. Whether it was genuine or feigned, he seemed to desperately try to get closer to Old Man Shiwen and save him.

But at this point, Johnny Blackbird wouldn't let him go.

He was held firmly in his grasp.

Two other adopted sons were also bitten.

Johnny the Blackbird, seemingly impossible to kill, stood like a mountain blocking their path at that moment.

"The father is dead, shouldn't it be the children's turn next?"

Johnny Blackbird uttered these words in a low voice, which caused the faces of his adopted sons to change.

Indeed, when Old Man Xiwen was alive, the advantage was on their side.

But now that he's dead, who will stop that terrifying giant axe-wielding man?

Actually, it wasn't necessarily Johnny Blackbird's words that made them think of this.

The moment Old Man Xiwen's head exploded, the positions of the adopted sons became ambiguous.

Hardheaded Morren charged ahead, while Iron Gloves Terry and Joker Gareth quietly lagged behind.

So if they had rushed forward together, even if they couldn't save Old Man Xiwen, they could have at least retrieved his body.

"If you want my life, then you..."

Molen, true to his stubborn nature, still stubbornly growled at Johnny Blackbird even at this point.

However, as if sensing something, he turned around abruptly, only to find his two brothers retreating into the darkness. "You..."

"With Dad dead, nothing matters anymore."

The faces of the two brothers were hidden in the darkness, and even the blind man Gil, who had been fighting Vasini, had already fled.

In just a moment, the former alliance was about to fall apart.

"Want to escape?"

Johnny Blackbird snorted and pressed down on him.

The Skullbreaker casually tossed Old Man Shiwen, who was leaning against his axe, to the ground.

This old man, who had been lying low in Little Ibia for so many years, possessing great ambition and a complicated past, simply collapsed straight down in the gutter, which was filled with rainwater and filth.

He ultimately failed to climb out of the black mud.

Sometimes life is just that cruel, and there are no miracles.

As the skullbreaker took its first step, that rapid, low hum echoed through the night once more.

It looks like someone else has been hit.

The low hum finally caught the attention of the two people watching the play on set.

Heisenberg was the first to stand up.

His brows were already furrowed.

He realized that things might not be going as he expected.

"Are you leaving?"

Joseph also stood up and asked a question. He had completely relaxed when he heard that low hum.

He knew that the outcome was already decided.

Heisenberg remained silent; his entire demeanor was heavy.

"Oh, right, now you can think about what you said. Think carefully about which route to take to leave Wangdu faster."

Joseph said in a joking tone.

He's always loved jokes and making fun of others, and he's finally regaining that skill.

Heisenberg remained silent, but took a step forward.

Joseph's expression turned serious in an instant, and he tensed up abruptly.

“Heisenberg, you know very well that I won’t let you go any further. Tonight, all we two can do is stay put and wait for the outcome.”

The standoff once again made the surrounding air seem to freeze.

The rain has almost stopped; it may stop any moment.

It could have been a minute, or it could have been several minutes.

Heisenberg finally let out a long sigh: "How on earth did that guy do it?"

"Who? You mean Ethan?"

"How did he manage to stay in the cleanroom when he was supposed to be locked inside?"

"Good question. If I knew the answer, I would definitely answer you. Unfortunately, I'm also very curious."

"You win."

"Thank you."

The two of them sat back down.

Behind them, the artists, having apparently acquired some new material, cheered once more.

The cheers seemed to be directed at someone else.

However, these cheers did not travel any further.

For example, Trevor, who was in the sanctuary, was unable to hear it.

He was still feeling excited.

He entered the interior of the sanctuary and was almost at the true core.

He never had much respect for the Southern Mafia; in fact, he looked down on them, believing that he was the one who should occupy such a good territory as the Southern Mafia, not a bunch of fallen cowards.

However, he still felt a great sense of accomplishment in destroying the faith of a group of people.

He stood before the darkness.

(End of this chapter)