My clone invades all realms

"Ding-dong."

The elevator doors slid open to the sides, and Luo Ya stepped out, without a trace of blood on his body.

On the sofa in the apartment, Vivia had changed into a burgundy dress and was holding a glass of the same color liquid.

"You're very efficient," Vivia said, her voice tinged with amusement.

Luo Ya walked straight to the French windows without looking at Vivia.

"I'm efficient, so you'd better keep up."

Vivia licked her lips with the tip of her tongue and said, "Don't worry, I'll give you a satisfactory answer. You've been busy all day, and you must be tired. Why don't you stay here and rest tonight?"

Roya turned his gaze from the window to Vivia, his eyes filled with coldness.

"Don't do anything unnecessary. Prepare a place for me to stay, or you can disappear from here."

"What a clueless man," Vivia said, a look of disappointment on her face.

It's truly a waste that someone with such a face is completely unmoved by their own charm.

Luo Ya stood by the window, looking down at the night view of Ford Caesars City, and spoke.

"Has the tail been cleaned up?"

"Don't worry, my people have erased all traces." Vivia lay on her side on the sofa, her body curves fully displayed.

"However, you did leave one alive, but my men have already taken care of him."

Roya nodded.

"If the matter isn't handled properly, I won't be the one to bear the losses."

He turned around to face Vivia.

"Now, are you going to leave on your own, or find me a place to stay?"

"Of course..." Vivia's voice trailed off, as she prepared to continue.

Roya's hand was already on the hilt of the knife.

Vivia immediately changed her mind: "This place is yours."

Vivia got up from the sofa, picked up a brown coat and draped it over her shoulders, then blew a kiss in Roya's direction.

"See you tomorrow, handsome."

After Vivia finished speaking, she turned around, walked into the elevator, and pressed the down button.

Luo Ya watched as the elevator numbers kept decreasing until they stopped.

He then walked to the French windows and sat down cross-legged.

Looking down at the city's night view from above, Roya closed his eyes.

In his mind, two completely different sword techniques were being repeatedly practiced.

……

Ford Caesars has a large number of private clubs.

Specific qualifications are required to enter these places.

These clubs are not venues for sports or leisure.

This place is a hub for smuggling, human trafficking, drug networks, and all sorts of underground transactions.

Even the city's de facto rulers wouldn't openly discuss these businesses; the club was merely a front for facilitating transactions.

In the western part of the city, in a penthouse suite of a private club.

The room was dimly lit, creating an ambiguous atmosphere.

Marcus sat in the center of the sofa, with a woman on each side of him.

A subordinate sat upright beside Marcus, reporting the situation to him.

Marcus was a middle-aged man dressed very flamboyantly, with his burgundy suit open, revealing his bare chest, and a thick gold chain around his neck, displaying the demeanor of a nouveau riche.

A bespectacled man in a suit standing nearby, who looked somewhat timid, spoke up: "Kira, Gloss... they've all disappeared. Based on our assessment, they're likely dead. The killer is unknown, and no survivors were found at the scene."

Marcus's face turned ugly.

Recently, members of the Mobila family have been dying one after another without explanation.

"Are we being targeted for revenge?"

The Mobila family has many enemies, so it's not surprising that they are targeted.

What's strange is the way these people died.

They always traveled with enough people, yet under those circumstances, they all disappeared.

Not a single distress message could be sent.

There are only two possibilities behind this.

The first possibility is that a hostile force has acquired enough power to crush them.

Marcus knew that there existed a special group of people in this world who possessed powerful abilities that ordinary people could not comprehend.

"They paid hunters?" Marcus's face darkened further.

If that's the case, things get tricky. But in that situation, Marcus can always pay to hire hunters, though those people have huge appetites and ask for exorbitant prices.

Of course, there is a second possibility.

A traitor has emerged within the family, betraying their whereabouts and information.

As for the claim that their old rivals within the family had suddenly gained overwhelming strength, Marcus was the first to disbelieve it.

"Investigate! Find out exactly what happened!" Marcus growled.

The preparations Marcus needs to make are completely different in the two different situations.

Just at this time.

"Knock knock!"

There were two knocks on the door of the private room.

"Who?"

Marcus pushed aside the two women beside him and quietly moved his hand behind his waist.

No one would dare disturb this room without Marcus's permission.

The man in the suit and glasses immediately pulled out a pistol from his pocket and pointed it at the doorway.

"Sending warmth."

A young male voice came from outside the door, making Marcus frown.

"brush!"

Two vertical cuts suddenly appeared on the door of the private room, and the middle door panel collapsed inward, allowing a figure to slip in from behind the door.

The two people inside the house immediately opened fire.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two bullets traced their trajectories in the air.

The person who entered suddenly sank downwards, and the bullet flew past Roya's head.

Luo Ya planted one foot on the ground and used the momentum to leap into the air, spinning in mid-air.

A flash of silver light streaked across the bespectacled man's body.

Roya appeared in front of Marcus and kicked Marcus's wrist, which was holding the gun.

"Click!"

The sound of bones breaking rang out.

Marcus's pistol was kicked into the air.

Even as the pistol was still rising, Roya's knife was already at Marcus's neck.

"when!"

The pistol fell onto the carpet with a dull thud.

Marcus felt the blade against his neck and swallowed hard.

"Sir, let's talk this out, let's talk this out."

"Do you know about Kubia?" Roya asked.

Upon hearing the name, Marcus's face immediately contorted with hatred. He gritted his teeth and said, "That damned brat! He stole my money and now he's nowhere to be found! Sir, if you're also looking for him, we can cooperate!"

"Your money?" Roya tilted his head, the blade in his hand moving even closer to Marcus's neck, leaving a bloody gash.

"It belongs to that woman, Vivia!!" Marcus, sensing the threat of death, shouted, "That money belongs to Vivia! It's at least a tenth of her fortune! If we get that money, we'll never have to worry about anything again!"

"I see."

The blade in Roya's hand sliced ​​across Marcus's neck.

Marcus's face still held a look of surprise and uncertainty; he had never expected this person to make a move without any warning.

"Useless." Roya flicked the blade, sending droplets of blood onto the expensive carpet.

Roya just wanted to know clues about Kubia.

During this time, Roya killed many people, all of whom knew Kubia, but none of them knew his exact whereabouts.

Marcus was supposed to be second on the list, but Vivia arranged for another target, which caused Marcus to be placed later in the list.

Luo Ya took out his phone, ready to call Vivia.

But the phone line was busy.

……

At that moment, Vivia was on another phone call, her voice filled with respect.

"Master of the family."

An aged voice came from the other end of the phone, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

"Your recent actions have crossed the line."