My mod ruined the otherworldly art style.

The second-in-command, who witnessed this from afar, slapped his thigh hard.

He burst out laughing and made sarcastic remarks:

"Hahaha, damn it, your screams just now were so captivating!"

"Why are you throwing up now?"

His wicked face was filled with a mischievous grin as he muttered to himself:

"Does it mean he thinks he's dirty?"

"Tsk tsk, the leader of the number one gang in Iron City is actually a despicable person."

"From now on, the brothers better watch their belts, lest you 'take a fancy' to them!"

His words were like a sharp knife.

It stabbed viciously into his chest.

The wounds sustained in the battle with the leader were marked with traces of blood.

He felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.

This double attack on both the body and mind,

This caused the tightly wound string of reason to snap completely.

He became completely hysterical:

"Hehehehehehehehehehehe..."

"Second-in-command—!!!"

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill—you—!!!"

"Aaaaaaaahh ...

He suddenly looked up.

Her long, gray-blue hair clung to her sweat-dampened forehead.

His pupils trembled violently, and his fingertips dug into the rubble.

He arched his body like a wild beast and shot out like a cannonball.

It crashed directly onto the chaotic street.

Any underlings who showed signs of mental instability who approached were mercilessly slapped away.

At this moment, in his berserk state, he had no rationality whatsoever, nor any pity for his underlings.

The cadres on the rooftop witnessed this scene.

They looked at each other.

I understand that now is not the time to worry about my brothers.

We should hurry up and follow in the footsteps of our boss.

Defeating the enemy is the right way.

Like mad dogs unleashed from their cages, the gangsters rampaged through the area as if it were their own territory.

They headed straight for the roof of the second-in-command's house.

As the enemy drew closer, Eagle Eyes, his ears twitching wildly, instinctively asked:

"My lord, the enemy has an overwhelming numerical advantage."

"Can you continue using 'Glabella Spring' to cleanse this up?"

The bald man with a serious expression shook his head.

"No, this skill consumes too much mana."

"The previous group attack has already used up most of its resources."

"I need to keep some magic in reserve, just in case."

"I see..." Hawkeye understood.

He used his keen hearing to look in the direction of the blind man.

After exchanging sign language with the other party for a while,

He then confidently assured:

"Leave those cadres and the henchmen who have regained their senses to me and the blind man."

"You, as the head of the household, should focus on dealing with that deadly situation."

"Okay," Wu Di said without hesitation.

He glanced at Hawkeye and the Blind Man, who were ready for battle.

After hesitating for a moment, he reminded her:

"Hawkeye, remember the commandments of the Father."

"Although we are here for revenge, we cannot indiscriminately kill innocent people."

"Even if the local gang killed the boss and the other brothers, it was just to protect themselves."

Even if we are angry with the other party, we need to be careful not to overdo it.

As he spoke, a wicked smile appeared on the second-in-command's face.

"As long as we keep breaking their mentality and gain contribution points, that's enough."

"Maybe we can come back and make a quick buck whenever we have free time."

"It's basically a fixed-location monster spawn."

Hawkeye, who had been listening intently, also revealed a wicked smile.

"Hehe, got it."

"Don't worry, I'll inform the blind man so he can act with caution."

After explaining the battle plan, the second-in-command did not linger on the roof.

He grabbed the axe from his back and jumped down as well.

He looked at Yao Yao, who was rushing towards him desperately.

"Hey~, you sissy."

"So you've finally come to get beaten up?"

Wu Di brandished the weapon in his hand, his face full of provocation.

This made the already irrational Siming even more violent.

His long, grey-blue hair danced wildly.

The tarot cards, forged from steel at the fingertips, shot out like arrows.

It spins and cuts like a boomerang.

It struck the second-in-command squarely in the face.

Clang!

A crisp sound rang out.

Wu Di spun the sharp axe in his hand, as if it had transformed into a shield.

Deflect all the incoming tarot cards.

He didn't forget to continue his sarcasm:

"You long-haired sissy, have you not eaten?"

"All you can do is play card games?"

"Do you want me to teach you how a man should fight?"

As the second-in-command spoke, he thrust his hips forward.

Clearly, they wanted to continue provoking the other party.

However, Si Ming was already furious to the extreme at this point, and there was no further change in his expression.

He simply raised one hand and made a hooking motion.

The tarot cards that had been knocked away suddenly changed direction.

They launched a deadly sneak attack from a blind spot where the second-in-command couldn't see them.

The sound of something tearing through the air was like the roar of death.

Fortunately, Wu Di, who was wielding a large axe, caught a glimpse of the fleeting flash through the mirror-like reflection on the axe blade.

Startled, he turned around and frantically brandished the axe in his hand.

Even so

A few cards still slipped through his fingers.

Several sharp cuts were made on the skin.

Uncle's blood flowed out from inside, soaking his clothes.

"Damn it, you bastard, you're really despicable."

"They actually had a trick up their sleeve."

"Luckily, I reacted quickly, otherwise I might have ended up like the boss!"

The second-in-command, still shaken, wiped the cold sweat from his brow.

He was just a hair's breadth away from having his throat slit.

Even if I drink the red medicine, I don't know if it will work.

After all, if your throat is leaky, whatever you drink will leak out.

Who can guarantee how effective it will be?

Could this be the hidden danger lurking in his label?

The second-in-command seemed to have guessed something.

Decide to engage in close combat with the opponent.

Players who throw cards like this are taking the path of flying a kite.

Once they get close, they are nothing to fear.

It can be manipulated at will.

With this in mind, Wu Di kept his eyes and ears open.

He wielded the large axe with tremendous force.

Despite sustaining cuts to their skin, they persevered through the swirling attacks of cards.

During this time, the gang leaders wanted to step forward to provide support.

But they were all stopped by Hawkeye and the Blind Man.

The two sides engaged in a fierce battle.

The outcome was still uncertain.

Finally, the second-in-command was just a few steps away from death.

He decisively abandoned the outer defenses, protected only his vital points, and then launched a warrior's charge.

They didn't care even if the cards were embedded in their muscles.

I just wanted to pin the other person down.

Let them experience the brutal aesthetics of hand-to-hand combat.

"Hahaha, you sissy, come and taste my fist that's as big as a clay pot."

The rough fist shadow continued to enlarge, and a punch landed hard on Si Ming's face.

A cracking sound rang out as bone broke.

Two streams of blood flowed from under his fist and dripped into his mouth.

He licked the warm blood.

His lost rationality returned, and a strange smile slowly crept onto his lips.

This sight sent chills down the spine of the second-in-command, whose keen intuition sent him frantically to the alarm.

"not good......."

Before he could finish shouting,

Suddenly, one side of the leather jacket bulged into a cylindrical shape.

It shattered suddenly with a loud bang.

It brought out a lot of firelight and a little smoke.

The second-in-command couldn't dodge in time and let out a miserable groan as a hole appeared in his left chest, near his lung.

A significant amount of blood flowed from there.

He was thrown backward by the impact.

This sudden turn of events startled both the blind man and the eagle-eyed man.

They quickly shook off the enemy and gathered in front of the second-in-command.

"Honey, are you alright? Are you okay?"

Hawkeye, whose eyesight was poor, frowned and asked.

"Cough cough, that hidden weapon didn't hit my major artery. With my physical condition, I won't die for the time being."

"But with the lungs punctured, if he doesn't receive treatment, he'll suffocate in about 15 minutes."

The second-in-command clutched his left chest.

He struggled to his feet.

He looked at Si Ming, whose clothes had a large hole in them.

They discovered that the other party was holding a large-caliber flintlock pistol.

This weapon was the one that attacked me just now.

"Hehehe, as expected of the second-in-command."

"Even in such an extreme state, he can still make slight adjustments to his body to dodge fatal attacks."

"That's truly admirable."

Having fully regained his senses, he frantically twirled the flintlock pistol in his hand.

He removed a steel ball from his ear and, along with gunpowder, reinserted it into the barrel.

They even went so far as to explain the origin of the weapon in order to delay the reloading time.

"You and the boss are both very lucky."

"You can personally taste the latest experimental products of the dwarf master craftsmen."

"This weapon is something I acquired at a great cost to save my life."

"You deserve to die by his hand today..."