My clone invades all realms

Vivia's posture changed; her body straightened, and her fingers tightened around the phone.

On the other end of the phone was the will of the Mobila family.

He is one of the top figures in all gangs, the Ten Elders.

Cook Mobila.

Even when no one was around, she had to show absolute obedience and dare not be disrespectful in the slightest.

No one knew exactly how the other party was monitoring him.

But with the potential profit at stake, she could not remain silent.

"Patriarch, I have not violated any family rules."

Luo Ya's presence brought her considerable benefits.

Every one of those who died was once her opponent, and after their deaths, a large portion of the profits went into her hands.

Asking her to admit all this now would be tantamount to handing over all the benefits she has already gained.

She can't.

Are you questioning my judgment?

The voice on the phone didn't rise, but it made the surrounding air feel heavy.

"I wouldn't dare."

Vivia said respectfully.

"You are the head of the household, not my father."

After those words were spoken, a long silence fell on the other end of the phone.

Vivia is Cook's daughter, but Cook has more than one child.

Kira, who died, was also his son.

In the Mobila family, blood ties are merely a relationship, not a guarantee.

Cook has too many children, so many that he could easily abandon them.

Vivia is only alive today because her mother is Cook's favorite.

"Hand him over."

Cook's voice rang out again.

"Everything you get afterward will still be yours."

"He's mine!"

Vivia's voice also turned cold.

Abandon Roya?

How could she possibly give up a tool that combines top-notch skills with a pleasing appearance?

"Do you want him, or do you want power?"

"Choose for yourself."

Cook hung up the phone.

Vivia gripped her phone so tightly that her knuckles lost their color.

Her father, Cook Mobila, was unaware of all of Roya's intelligence.

But he knew of Roya's existence.

No evidence is needed.

During this period, everyone who had a conflict of interest with Viviya died.

If you trace the flow of profits upstream, the ultimate beneficiary is the mastermind behind it all.

For the Mobila family, this is the simplest and most effective logic.

Vivia wasn't surprised at all that she had been discovered.

This has always been the law of survival for families.

The dead have no value.

Only those who survive have the right to continue the fight.

Her phone rang again, interrupting her thoughts.

Vivia glanced at the incoming call and answered it.

"Feed".

……

Luo Ya hung up the phone.

"trouble."

The woman assigned him a new task.

Roya's gaze swept over the ground beneath his feet.

Two still-warm corpses lay there, their blood still spreading on the carpet.

In the corner of the private room, two women huddled together, trembling.

Roya looked away from them.

He had no interest in the lives of these innocent people.

The long sword was sheathed, making a crisp sound.

Luo Ya turned around and opened the door to the private room.

The deafening music from outside the door instantly flooded in, perfectly masking everything that had just happened inside.

"Hey, you..."

A man dressed in the same waiter uniform was waving at Roya, his face showing both urgency and malice.

Luo Ya ignored him and headed straight for the exit.

Seeing this, the waiter quickly caught up, still complaining.

He had only taken a few steps when his gaze inadvertently fell on the door of the private room that was not completely closed.

Dark red liquid was flowing into the corridor through the crack in the door.

The waiter stopped in his tracks.

His face instantly lost all color under the changing lights of the corridor.

A piercing scream rang out.

Someone's dead!!

Luo Ya didn't stop walking, but just glanced back.

The waiter's scream caught in his throat, as if choked by an invisible hand, and his body froze on the spot.

The waiter's uniform that Roya was wearing was simply for the convenience of entering this private club.

The mission is now complete.

Luo Ya grabbed the collar with both hands and yanked it hard.

The sound of tearing fabric rang out, revealing a sharp black suit underneath.

He casually tossed his tattered uniform on the ground and walked out of the clubhouse.

The night breeze carried away the lingering smell of blood from my body.

A black sedan silently pulled up in front of Roya.

Luo Ya opened the passenger door and got in.

The driver in the driver's seat was the same one Kira had sent to pick him up last time.

This was one of the few requests that Roya made to Vivia.

A skilled driver can save you a lot of unnecessary trouble.

The driver saw Roya in the rearview mirror, his facial muscles twitching as he tried to force a smile.

Unfortunately, he failed.

The scene of Roya killing a group of gunmen last time has become a nightmare he can't get rid of.

He still can't understand how a group of professionals armed with guns could be killed by one person with a knife.

Ok.

If it were me, the outcome would probably be the same.

The head and body are separated.

Luo Ya said, "Warehouse number sixteen, let's go."

The black sedan started smoothly and merged into the city's traffic.

The neon lights outside the window flashed quickly across Roya's face, alternating between light and shadow.

"Are you settling into your new job?"

Luo Ya suddenly spoke up and asked a question.

"Still...still getting used to it..."

The driver stammered a little.

If it weren't for Roya, he would never have changed bosses.

Although the salary remained the same, the job still involved driving.

But now, sitting in the passenger seat is someone who could kill him at any moment.

It wasn't easy for him to adapt.

Luo Ya rolled his eyes. As a driver, he couldn't even chat properly. Thumbs down.

He closed his eyes and continued studying swordsmanship.

My swordsmanship has indeed improved a lot recently.

This is mainly due to the diligent training of that clone from the Demon Slayer world.

With Roya constantly practicing on real people, his progress is astonishingly rapid.

If it weren't for that Celestial Dragon named Ronosya, his growth rate would have been even faster.

As my thoughts wandered, the car gradually slowed down.

The car was parked smoothly on the side of the road.

Luo Ya opened his eyes.

Ahead lay a dark warehouse district.

Vivia's task for him was to destroy this place.

He took on many such tasks along the way.

Therefore, Roya did not find anything strange about it.

"Same as always, you wait in the distance, I'll come out myself when it's over."

"Roya said to the driver."

"yes!"

The driver immediately responded, as if he had been granted a pardon.

Luo Ya opened the car door and got out.

The warehouse, shrouded in night, was enveloped in darkness and utterly silent.

Roya's gaze swept over the massive outline of the warehouse in the distance.

Not right.

It's so quiet here.

According to intelligence, at this time, cargo should be being transferred here.

Even without the roar of heavy machinery, there should be human voices and the sounds of vehicles.

But now, it's too quiet here.

Luo Ya walked up to the huge roller shutter door of the warehouse and stopped.

He pressed his ear against the cold metal door and listened intently.

There was no sound at all.

There was no sound from inside.

This doesn't look like it's hiding goods.