My clone invades all realms

the other side.

Inside an abandoned building.

The masked man stood by the broken window, his gaze sweeping across the empty concrete ground below.

The view here is excellent; no one can hide from you.

His gaze shifted behind him, where the woman was leaning against a support pillar, holding a phone.

"understood."

"Don't worry, we'll take care of him." The woman hung up the phone and looked at the masked man: "We've found him."

The masked man's exposed half of his face revealed no emotion.

"Where?"

The woman's voice was somewhat deep: "Crow Hotel, Room 501."

The masked man's brow twitched.

"How dare he come out so openly?"

The entire Mobila family is now mobilized, conducting a city-wide manhunt. It's illogical that Roya isn't hiding but instead staying in a hotel.

"He's waiting for us," the woman offered the only explanation.

"That guy is no ordinary person."

Although they didn't want to admit it, Roya was indeed just an ordinary person, an ordinary person without any special abilities.

"Hunting strongmen?" The masked man's voice was low.

If he were to face Roya alone, he would have no chance of winning.

They, two powerful individuals who had mastered Nen abilities, had become the targets of the hunt.

This was the first time an ordinary person had given him this feeling.

It's unimaginable what Roya would become if he learned Nen.

"Who hunts whom is still uncertain," the woman said coldly.

She would never admit that she was the prey.

"Let's go."

The woman said through gritted teeth, "We'll go hunt him."

There exists a type of person in this world who finds pleasure in challenging the strong and seeks satisfaction in the face of life and death.

They had clearly run into one.

A monster in human skin.

Using ordinary human bodies to hunt down Nen users.

But they didn't think they would lose; there were two of them.

The two walked out of the abandoned building, where a black sedan was already parked on the side of the road.

The masked man opened the back door, and the two got in.

"Drive." The man's voice was flat.

The driver didn't say a word and stepped on the gas.

His only task was to deliver the two people to the designated location.

The vehicle started smoothly and merged into the traffic flow.

The atmosphere inside the car was quiet. The woman raised her hand, and a wisp of breeze swirled and danced around her fingertips, growing faster and faster.

The masked man was inspecting his pistol and spare magazine, loading bullets one by one.

Neither of them looked out at the city lights; all their attention was focused on the upcoming mission.

Soon, the car slowed down and stopped in front of the Crowe Hotel.

The hotel entrance was already crowded with men in black suits. They had blocked all entrances and exits, and even the back alleys and ventilation duct exits were being watched.

A middle-aged man in a gray suit stood on the red carpet at the hotel entrance, seemingly waiting for them.

The two got off the car.

The middle-aged man's voice was somber: "I don't want to see you fail, otherwise, you won't be able to explain yourself to the Boss."

"I understand," the woman replied.

They are Nen users, but they dare not underestimate the mafia.

The Nen user unit under the Ten Elders, known as the "Shadow Beasts," is quite famous in the industry.

"He's on the fifth floor, in the first room on the left." The middle-aged man stepped aside, making way for the door. "I'll wait for your good news."

The two stopped talking and walked straight into the hotel lobby.

In front of the elevator, they pressed the button for the fifth floor.

The metal door closed, and the only sound in the small space was the slight noise of the elevator going up.

"bite."

We arrived at the fifth floor. The elevator doors slid open to the sides, revealing a quiet, carpeted corridor.

The two walked to the door of room 501, and the woman gestured with her eyes.

The masked man nodded, raised his pistol, and pointed it at the door.

[Absolutely six bullets]

His Nen ability allows him to load multiple bullets into a gun barrel, where they fuse together and lock onto and detonate according to his will.

He pulled the trigger.

A dull thud.

The bullet hit the door panel and exploded.

The heavy door was torn apart from the inside out by a force, and wood chips and metal fragments were sprayed into the room.

The entire door frame was twisted and deformed, and dented inward.

The room was completely exposed, except for a bathroom; every corner was clearly visible.

There was no one inside.

"bathroom."

The masked man immediately moved to the wall, pointing his gun intently at the bathroom door.

The woman strode forward and kicked open the bathroom door.

It was also completely empty inside.

What about people?

The gang members downstairs didn't report that the target had left, so Roya should be in this room.

The masked man shook his head at the woman.

"Search!" the woman hissed.

In a standard room, the only place to hide is in the wardrobe.

The woman didn't open the door; instead, she raised her hand, gathering wind in her palm, and swung it towards the wardrobe.

"Bang!"

The cabinet door was smashed to pieces, completely exposing the space inside.

empty.

There was nothing there.

The two looked at each other and saw the confusion in each other's eyes.

Their gazes simultaneously shifted to the window.

The windows were closed.

"They ran away?" The woman gritted her teeth, feeling like she had been played for a fool.

The masked man stepped forward, unlocked the window, and pushed it open.

He peeked out.

The streets below were lined with gangsters who had blocked off every angle, preventing even a bird from flying out.

If Roya jumped from here, it would be impossible for him not to be discovered.

The people below did not react abnormally.

Just then.

Darkness fell over the masked man's head.

A figure fell from the edge of the rooftop above, and a foot landed precisely on the back of his head.

"Come down with me!" Roya's voice was tinged with laughter.

A tremendous force came from above, and the masked man instantly lost his balance, tumbling uncontrollably out the window.

As he fell, Roya waved to the woman in the room.

"Damn it!" The woman realized what was happening and roared as she rushed toward the window.

All she saw was Roya stepping on the masked man's head, and the two of them crashing straight down into the street below.

The height of a five-story building.

The defense of thought is also of little use.

With a muffled thud, the masked man's body slammed onto the hard concrete ground, his limbs twisted at an abnormal angle.

The mask on his face shattered, his eyes lost their luster, and his spiritual aura vanished instantly.

It also signifies that life has come to an end.

A flash of light appeared.

The masked man's head rolled to one side, and beneath the shattered mask was half a face without skin, with muscle tissue exposed, as if something had ripped a layer off while he was still alive.

"No wonder he's wearing a mask."

Roya wiped the blood off the knife.

These marks are left by malicious intent.

Luo Ya looked up at the window on the fifth floor.

The woman was staring intently at him, her eyes blazing with fury.

But the men in black around them had already realized what was happening.

"Let's do it!"

Dozens of men in black immediately drew their guns, all pointing their dark muzzles at Roya in the center of the street.

Roja exerted force with his toes.

Dance music.

He moved before the gunshot rang out.