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Chapter 103 The Night Demon's Loyal Fan

Gunshots rang out across Baoli Street, like firecrackers going off during Chinese New Year.

Luca stood in front of the pigeon coop, took out a pigeon from inside, and stroked it in his palm. These pigeons had been artificially bred and tamed, and were not afraid of humans.

"Jin, I'm also planning to raise pigeons. Do you have any pigeon chicks? I'd like to buy a batch."

"Now is not the time to discuss this issue."

Listening to the gunshots, Jin slowly walked over to Luca's side. "I thought you would talk to Santino instead of going to war with him directly, Pigeon. This is not the peace I wanted beforehand."

"Even the King of Bauli Street has moments of fear?" Luca asked with a calm expression.

What's there to be afraid of? If it weren't for his useless younger brother Santino getting the Night Demon's blood pact, would he have been able to become the leader of Camorra?
Anyone who dares to interfere in New York, I'll break their hand!
The situation is now clear: Santino and Joe Gallo are in cahoots, while Joseph Iaco and the other supporting Mafia families are in cahoots.

On the surface, it's a civil war between the Gallo and Yaco families, but in reality, this game has escalated to a higher level.

However, what really matters is the life and death of Gallo and Iaco, these two "shields".

On one hand, they have to protect their own people from being killed, and on the other hand, they have to ruthlessly kill the enemy.

Why show any mercy?

Luca now needs to consider how many killer cards his opponent actually has.

Small-time assassins are nothing to worry about, and Ares, a mute bodyguard, isn't exactly a high-level fighter. Luca should be concerned about whether Santino has any other top-tier assassins.

Those top assassins can single-handedly destroy an entire building with just a gun and a knife.
With an aura of innate talent, their combat power is excessively exaggerated.

While Luca's fighting force is strong, the number of players is limited. Apart from Leon, the others are all around him based on personal relationships and friendships, and strictly speaking, they are not his subordinates.

Both Ishii Oren and El belong to the Deadly Viper organization.

Night Demon belonged to the Tarasov gang. After the gasoline tax and port business showed initial success, Night Demon returned to report. For example, Night Demon was not involved in today's battle.

"The great King of Boris Street is not afraid of any battle."

Jin stood beside Luca, speaking like a charlatan and fond of showing off, and opened his arms wide. "On the King's land, any invading enemy will be punished! But..."

He stared at the pigeons. "I have no intention of being enemies with Santino. I have no grudge against him."

Despite his penchant for showing off, Jin knew his own limitations. The Kingdom of Boli Street was no match for Camorra, and the beggars and vagrants were no match for Camorra's assassins.

Luca knew immediately that this guy was still wavering. "So, you want Santino to rule New York? Let me tell you what he's going to do next. He'll first support Joe Gallo to the Colombo family, and then openly extend his tentacles into New York. After that, he'll gradually devour all the gangs in New York. No one will be spared, including you."

It's true that Santino has designs on New York, but he's currently just a big boss in Camorra and hasn't become the leader yet. Maybe Santino is the only one who wants to get into New York. Luca knows his sister isn't interested in New York—her goal is Rome.

In the original storyline, after killing his sister, Santino brazenly held a coronation ceremony in New York, and then immediately began to wreak havoc on New York, first targeting the Upper Town and then the Lower Town, forcing the King of Bowrie Street to help Nightmare kill that guy.

At that time, New York seemed to be leaderless. The Tarasov Gang's enemies had been wiped out by Night Demon, and the Tarasov Gang had also been destroyed by Night Demon. The Camorra organization, on the other hand, had picked a good opportunity to invade New York.

Luca stuffed the pigeon into King's arms, deliberately exaggerating the opponent's strength, "I'm not exaggerating. It would take the combined efforts of our five families to deal with Camorra. If he breaks through the Colombo family, the balance will be broken. King, your good days will be over. You have no choice but to stand with me."

As long as the Mafia rules New York, your Bowery Street will remain peaceful. That's the promise you can get from me.

His words made Jin think for a long time, pacing back and forth on the rooftop with a carrier pigeon in his arms.

Suddenly, a sound came through the headset.

Lyon: "We've encountered a rather formidable opponent! Miss El is injured!"

Luca: "???"

Is Ares, that mute guy, really that powerful?
"Who?"

"I don't know him, he's bald."

Luca's expression was grave.

Bald people are the most annoying. These bald people are all very strong fighters.

Lyon: "He speaks Japanese, and now Miss Ishii is fighting with him."

Luca: "."

He probably guessed who it was.
Luca opened the panel and added points!
Luca Greco

【技能：枪械精通LV7、暗杀精通LV7、格斗精通LV7、驾驶精通LV6、日本剑术LV1，日本剑术LV1→LV7、无耻之徒.（略）】

[Current skill points: 0]

[Remaining Skill Fragments: 53]

[Skill Fragment -30]

The skill "Barefoot Warrior" has been added.

[Barefoot Warrior: When barefoot, movement speed +20%, evasion rate +20%; you can use the surrounding terrain more flexibly and reduce damage to your feet, environmental interaction utilization +20%, damage to your feet -60%]

Seeing Luca take off his shoes, Kim looked on with great confusion.

Why are you taking off your shoes?

"I love this land and want to get closer to it."

"."

Close combat is not Leon's forte; he is better at ambushes, assassinations, and firearms combat. Leon refuses to engage in head-on sword fights.

The interior corridor of the porridge kitchen.

Leon helped the injured El away from the battlefield; her arms and thighs were cut by a samurai sword, leaving her partially immobile.

"Don't worry about me!" Al slumped to the ground, pushed Leon away, and pulled out his pistol to reload, enduring the pain. "Go help Ishii Oren. That bald guy is tough to deal with."

Feeling the pain, Al cursed Bill countless times in his heart. Where were Bill and that bitch Black Mamba having fun? He'd been in New York for months, and that bastard Bill hadn't even called a few times.

Suddenly, Luca's face flashed through my mind again.

She missed the club; it was a place that made her feel safe and secure.

Bang bang bang!
Several gunshots rang out in succession, and Leon easily took down several Camorra assassins who approached from the vicinity.

As the body fell against the wall, several Japanese assassins carrying samurai swords appeared at the corner of the corridor.

Lyon coldly raised his pistol, and the Japanese men immediately jumped back and dodged, their movements nimble as they quickly disappeared into the adjacent corridor.

“Those are Japanese ninjas! They are very skilled in movement and assassination, so be careful of their sneak attacks!” El explained with a grin.

As a katana user, El had studied in Japan for several years and could recognize the origins of these troublesome individuals. It seemed that they were not only skilled in ninjutsu and Japanese swordsmanship, but also in techniques such as Sirat and karate.

"A group of very strong guys!" Leon gave a nonchalant "hmm." Although he didn't really like close combat with knives, he wasn't afraid of these ponytail-wearing ninjas.

Thinking of this, Leon pulled out a grenade.

Explosions are an art more magnificent than swordsmanship.

Just as he was about to make his move, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from the corridor ahead, followed by the clanging of swords clashing. Several shadows flickered and swayed rapidly on the wall, sometimes overlapping and sometimes separating. Finally, as a streak of blood stained the wall, Luca, holding a dagger, emerged from behind the corner.

Luca flicked the blood off his dagger and walked up to El with a smile. "God of Gamblers, you were injured by these small fry?"

Don't call me the God of Gamblers. El rolled his eyes in exasperation: "They ambushed me! I just didn't notice!"

Luca looked around: "Where's Ishii Oren?"

Leon: "She's dueling with that bald guy, um, it's a very traditional samurai duel, and it seems like there's some kind of agreement between them that I don't know about."

Luca: "."

It is undeniable that many assassins do not particularly enjoy fighting with guns; they prefer to kill using a variety of other methods.

They each have their own strengths.

Like Night Demon, besides being skilled with various guns, he also knows Japanese judo, Russian sambo, Filipino kali, Chinese martial arts, and so on.

Luca reached out to El: "Give me the katana, and I'll avenge you."

El handed over the katana with a suspicious look. "You've only been learning for a few months. Can you really do it?"

How could a man say no? Luca laughed, "I'm a swordsmanship genius that even Miss Ishii praises highly!"

El curled his lip, "Who knows how you two practice your swordsmanship?"

The hall was filled with corpses, except for two men holding samurai swords who remained standing.

Oren Ishii held a Japanese longsword in both hands. Not far in front of her, a bald Japanese samurai named "Zero" held a Japanese short sword—a wakizashi.

This is his usual weapon.

"Miss Ishii, your swordsmanship is excellent."

Zero, sword in hand, circled around Ishii Oren, his eyes scanning the woman's weaknesses. "Since I came to New York from Japan, I have never encountered an enemy who can rival me in swordsmanship. In the past, I only had one peerless master in my eyes, and only one. You, though very strong, are still no match for him!"

Ishii Oren's eyelids twitched; he knew who the other person was referring to—Night Demon.

He's got a screw loose; he thinks about challenging the Night Demon every single day.
"When Mr. Ishii was killed, the Ishii family fell into decline, and everyone thought you also died in that massacre." Zero seemed to know some of Japan's past. "Unexpectedly, a few years later, Boss Matsumoto was assassinated by a little girl. Miss Ishii, that was you who did it, wasn't it?"

Ishii Oren's expression was cold, indicating tacit agreement.

Zero: "I admire you! But this isn't enough for you to gain my loyalty!"

Ishii Oren drew her sword: "Then I'll beat you until you submit!"

"Come and try it as soon as possible!"

Zero grinned: "I'm curious, who is your swordsmanship teacher? You must have studied under a famous Japanese master, right?"

Ishii Oren thought of her father. But he wasn't her formal teacher; he was more of an enlightener. She met her true teacher after her father's death.

Hattori Hanzo.

"Mr. Hattori?!"

Zero exclaimed in surprise, his expression filled with fervor, "Is that the legendary blacksmith? Every weapon he forges is a divine weapon that can cut through iron like mud. I dream of owning a samurai sword that he personally crafted!"

Ishii Oren coldly replied, "You are not qualified!"

"We can discuss this further."

Zero, whose mind clearly doesn't follow the usual path, put down the wakizashi that was pointing at Ishii Oren, and said, "If you want my loyalty, you don't have to defeat me. Just give me one of Hattori's samurai swords."

I don't even have one myself! Ishii Oren charged forward, sword in hand, yelling, "Enough with the nonsense!"

Keng!
The two swords clashed one after another, passing each other as the agile wakizashi thrust at Ishii Oren, but she ducked to avoid it, while Ishii Oren's katana silently grazed his thigh.

Ling staggered slightly, his gaze towards the woman becoming even more serious.

I've never encountered such a formidable swordsmanship master in my life, especially since she's a woman.

Just then, the two of them turned to look at the corridor, where they saw Luca, dressed in black, slowly draw his katana.

[Rare Card: Zero]

【Zero: S】

[Source: John Wick]

[Skills: Loyal Fan; Judge]

[Bond: Strangers]

John's most ardent fan, Luca, the leader of the New York Ninja Assassins and the owner of a roadside sushi restaurant, walked up with interest, carrying a knife.

In his memory, Zero, this bald guy, was quite powerful.

In the original storyline, the Arbiter came to New York and, after searching around, finally found Zero's henchmen. He certainly made the right choice, first taking down the New York Rom Gang, then taking down Boley Street, and was almost unbeatable in New York. He even nearly killed Nightmare.

—If Night Demon hadn't placed his hand on the hotel steps, and Charon hadn't intervened under the pretext that "murder is forbidden in mainland hotels," Zero would have shot Night Demon dead.

Baldy is indeed not to be underestimated.
"The Butcher? Another expert has arrived." Zero's eyes blazed with fighting spirit. "Are you going to take on me two by one? Come at me all at once, this will be a thoroughly enjoyable battle!"

Ishii Oren looked over with a determined gaze, without saying a word. Luca understood her meaning—this was a duel between Japanese samurai.

I don't really want Luca to get involved.

Luca thought to himself, "What a bad habit of Zero's. He's a bit stubborn. He had so many opportunities to kill Night Demon, but in the end he chose to have a 1v1 Royal City PK with Night Demon. If it weren't for the Arbiter's orders, he might have been able to become friends with Night Demon."

"Before that, answer one question for me."

Luca stared at Zero: "Are you now serving Santino?"

“No, Santino doesn’t represent the High Table, he’s not worthy of my submission! I’m only after the bounty, or rather…”

Zero grinned, his fighting spirit growing even stronger: "To hone my skills and challenge more and stronger opponents! Butcher, you've almost never failed your missions. I've heard of your strength, and I look forward to fighting you!"

Luca was speechless. Night Demon was truly blessed to have a fan like him.

"Please continue your duel."

(End of this chapter)