My mod ruined the otherworldly art style.

Right now, he's frowning and deep in thought.

He denied his underlings' speculations.

He explained with great certainty:

"That shouldn't be the case..."

"According to the tarot cards, the second-in-command who came to negotiate was not lying."

"His fortune has consistently shown an auspicious sign of the 'sun' high in the sky and the 'stars' shining brightly."

"This means the collaboration should go very smoothly."

He frantically fiddled with the tarot cards, laying them flat on the table.

He continued explaining to the crowd:

"As for the bandits who launched the sneak attack last night,"

"Although their leader didn't give us a chance to speak, he didn't reek of lying."

"Where exactly did things go wrong?"

The gang leader was completely baffled.

I felt as if a conspiracy was looming over my head.

Now he really wishes he were a fortune teller.

That way, you can get warnings about the future through tarot cards and make preparations in advance.

Boom!

A loud bang was heard.

The newly installed folding door of the tavern was kicked into the tavern by a rough, large foot.

It was directly embedded in the wall.

This made matters worse for the buildings that were damaged in last night's fighting.

"You son of a bitch, get out here right now!!!"

"Today you will pay for your crimes in blood."

The second-in-command, wearing a tree bark mask, led Eagle Eye and the Blind Man to break down the door.

They were full of confidence and not afraid of the enemy's encirclement at all.

Firstly, it's due to the capabilities gained from the red potion and module; secondly, the backup plan has been clearly arranged.

That secret passageway.

By this time, they had reopened the city from within.

Not only did they take care of the gang's guards, but they also cleared the traps.

Now everything is ready

Naturally, revenge had to begin.

The sound of the door being broken down and the roar of revenge still echoed through the rafters.

Wood chips mixed with dust filled the entire hall.

The thugs who were cleaning up the mess coughed violently and looked at the three intruders with red eyes.

The anger in my heart reached its peak.

The fact that over 50 people launched a surprise attack last night is one thing, but...

Now, three more reckless fools have shown up.

Do they really think their gang is made of clay?

Anyone could come over and stomp on it a few times.

The thugs, growing angrier the more they thought about it, grabbed their weapons and charged forward like mad dogs.

"Brothers, we've got a job."

"Chop up all the enemies who dare to provoke us and feed them to the wild dogs!"

"Alright, tear them apart alive."

The gang members roared menacingly, as if they had the trio completely under their thumb.

But before they could even reach them,

The blind man, who had been behaving awkwardly, then raised his orchid-like hand.

With an expression as cold as frost, he asked:

"What are you saying?"

"Are you saying I don't have QQ anymore? Damn it!"

He flicked his fingers, and several pebbles were ejected.

With the magical power conversion enhancement provided by the Sunflower Manual module,

The pebbles, like concealed weapons, struck the thugs precisely in the knees.

This caused them to slide to their knees as they rushed over.

He looked up at the three of them, completely bewildered.

"Huh? What happened?"

Why do I involuntarily kneel down when my knees hurt?

In response to the thugs' questions, the second-in-command, standing at the front, snorted coldly.

"Your knees hurt?"

"Don't worry, you'll soon be the ones who feel the pain in their faces."

He swung his large, fan-like hand in a wide arc, veins bulging on his arm.

There was a loud cracking sound.

The thugs who were kneeling in a circle took off on the spot.

It shot backwards like a flower blooming.

The tavern was smashed to pieces.

One of the thugs flew right towards the private room.

It smashed straight at the few desperate people who came out from inside.

Seeing the flying object about to strike,

He raised an eyebrow, stepped aside, and casually curled the tarot cards in his hand.

It relieved the younger brother of the momentum that caused him to crash into the wall.

"Friends, the three of you trespassed into my tavern and injured my brother. You deserve an explanation."

"I've always had immense respect for courageous, tough guys. If you'd like, how about we sit down, have a beer, and talk things over?"

His brows were furrowed and cold, his gaze beneath his long, grey-blue hair as sharp as an icy blade.

The cold, questioning voice pierced the three people wearing bark masks.

"Heh~, you've become quite polite, you gloomy fellow, after just one day."

"What's wrong? Giving up after suffering heavy casualties?"

The second-in-command's face behind the mask showed disdain.

He pointed a finger behind the door.

"Come on, come on, you can't really move around freely here."

"If you've got the guts, come outside and have a go at me."

After saying this, the trio left the tavern and appeared on the streets of the black market.

The few people inside the room exchanged glances, then followed suit.

Everyone wanted to see what the three masked men were up to.

Because the commotion was too loud,

The gang members who were dealing with the aftermath all gathered around.

In addition to some black market merchants and residents who came to watch the spectacle,

The number of people is increasing, and there seems to be a trend of recruiting the city guards.

Seeing that he had attracted enough attention, the second-in-command slowly placed his hand on the bark mask.

He wasn't just bored and wanted to get surrounded.

Instead, they wanted to quickly gain contribution points by completing the "Spread the Gospel" task.

The moment one's appearance is revealed, it is guaranteed to evoke strong emotions in others.

That was his real purpose.

Revenge was just one reason for coming here.

He didn't want that scarred guy to get the contribution points first.

The atmosphere at the scene grew increasingly tense.

The second-in-command and his men placed their hands on their masks.

Everyone watched their movements intently, afraid of missing any step.

Finally, amidst much anticipation.

That unexpected honor was fully revealed to everyone.

On its pale head, which was so different from the skin color of a normal person,

The succubus's purple markings snaked across her forehead like a living snake.

Her blue-smoky eyes and fiery red lips were eerily dazzling in the midday sun.

Combined with its smooth top, it's so bright it's like a light bulb, making it hard to open your eyes.

"vomit--!"

The first to react were the street vendors selling smoked meat on the street corner.

He staggered and knocked over the stall cart, then leaned against the wall and dry heaved uncontrollably.

"Gods above! Is this still a human face? Has it been cursed by the abyss?!"

"This is absolutely terrifying. (Shock +8)"

The onlookers quickly backed away.

Someone hurriedly drew a protective charm on their chest:

"Quickly! Call the church priests over!"

"This is definitely a demon! A demon! (Panic +6)"

The gang thugs standing at the front were deathly pale.

The scars left from last night's shootout are still trembling:

"Boss... this guy's appearance is more gruesome than a corpse gnawed by wild dogs..."

"It's really physically uncomfortable, ugh~ (Disgust +10)"

Many of the underlings couldn't hold it in any longer, so they turned their heads away, bent over, and vomited.

Even the two cadres who were desperately behind him couldn't withstand the impact and vomited uncontrollably.

This caused his pupils to contract rapidly.

The steel ball on the bridge of his nose reflected the faint glint of cold sweat.

The tarot cards in his hand quietly fell to the ground, losing their usual mystique.

Instead, they stared at the second-in-command in shock and asked:

"You were the second-in-command who came to negotiate yesterday. How come you've changed so much in just one night?"

"Not only was her skin as white as if possessed by a ghost, but her lips were also as red as blood."

"With your wicked makeup and the mark between your eyebrows, have you joined some kind of cult? Ugh~" (Confusion +18)

After relentlessly asking questions, I also felt physically uncomfortable.

He was more severely impacted than others.

After all, one of his abilities comes from his facial features.

So he suffered a severe blow to his spirit and was somewhat delirious.