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Chapter 84 Kill His Whole Family

"Splash!"

A torrential downpour fell from the clouds, hitting Gino's cheeks and sliding down his chin.

The claws silently raised their hands, tilted their heads like real owls, and made a "cooing" sound.

Inside the manor, Dr. Harlin was also stunned by this extremely bizarre scene and stood frozen in place.

Through the rain, the two sides stood facing each other clearly, like the Wei River.

A group of shrewd assassins surrounded Gino. Judging from their numbers, even one of them could cut the figure into pieces with a single sword.

"Boom!"

Another clap of thunder sounded from the clouds, followed by a flash of lightning that ripped through the night. The sound was like a signal given by a referee at a sports stadium.

"Whoosh!"

A group of ruthless assassins charged toward Gino.

They worked together seamlessly and acted swiftly and efficiently.

"Clang!"

The assassins raised their right hands, which were held in place by iron wrist guards.

then.

"Coo coo!"

They made sounds like owls, and their sharp blades stabbed at the figure from all directions.

"My God!"

Harlin, inside the house, stared wide-eyed. Trembling, she pulled her phone from her pocket, intending to dial the police.

The sharp blade sliced ​​through the raindrops, leaving a graceful trail in the air as it slashed towards Gino.

"Snapped!"

A sound like metal clashing against metal exploded in the rainy night.

Harleen rubbed her eyes, convinced she wasn't seeing things; the assassins' claws were slashing at Gino's body, sending sparks flying.

The assassins, having failed to kill Gino in their first strike, nimbly leaped backward again, and in the gap of distance, threw their throwing knives at him once more.

The flying knife sliced ​​through the rain and struck the steel body.

"Littering is not the mark of a good citizen of Gotham."

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Gino decided not to stand in the rain any longer. Although it was cool to do so, it was not pleasant to have his clothes soaked.

Gino merely shifted his body slightly, and in the next instant, his hand was filled with a stack of sharp throwing knives.

Harleen, inside the room, doubted her eyes even more. The throwing knives that the assassins had thrown seemed to magically appear in Gino's hands.

Moreover, judging from his nonchalant attitude in holding a handful of throwing knives, he didn't seem afraid of cutting his palms with the blades.

The assassins seemed surprised by the strange scene, but they did not stop. They silently drew their katanas and launched a second round of attacks.

"Let me see which one to kill first."

As Gino watched the swarm of claws rushing toward him, he picked up a throwing knife and aimed it at the nearest assassin.

"Whoosh!"

Gino threw a flying knife.

next moment.

"Bang!"

Similar to the sound of a torpedo exploding in the water, the thrown knife shattered the rain and pierced the head of a claw with terrifying force.

With terrifying power, Gino wielded the throwing knife like a Barrett bullet, blasting the head of a Claw Assassin into a shower of flying flesh and blood.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Gino kept throwing the throwing knives in his hand. He only needed to aim at the target and then flick his wrist slightly, and the thrown knives would turn into precise bullets that would blow the heads off the Claw Assassins.

It wasn't that no assassin tried to parry with their knife, but the result was that the throwing knife collided with the samurai sword and shattered together, turning into countless metal fragments that pierced the face of the clawed assassin.

Inside the assassin's manor.

As Gino's throwing knives dwindled, the clawed assassins rushing towards him fell one by one.

Without a doubt, this was a massacre on one side.

These claw assassins had no idea what kind of opponent they were facing.

Inside the manor house.

Brain matter mixed with rainwater dripped onto the grass. Harlin witnessed this bloody and violent scene firsthand, and she felt an extreme fear in her heart.

But, for some reason, a different kind of emotion began to grow in the girl's heart.

She rubbed her legs, her breathing becoming rapid, staring intently at the tall figure standing in the night.

"Ah~"

Harleen let out a soft moan, as if another personality was calling out to her in her mind, urging her to follow the other.

"He... he actually did it."

An old voice rang out not far from Harlin, and the white-haired Lauren looked as if he had seen a ghost.

He looked at the headless corpses scattered on the ground. The old man knew all too well how terrifying these Claw Assassins were—a group of emotionless humanoid weapons, highly skilled assassins whom the Court of Owls regarded as their trump card. Now, they had all died at Elliott Manor.

Lauren was breathing heavily. He wanted nothing more than to burst through the door and rush toward Gino, urging him to hurry to the Owl Court and claim those precious treasures.

He never expected that the boy outside the window would actually do what he said.

At this moment, Gino was unaware of and did not care about the emotions of the two people in the room. He walked towards Claw, who had died earlier with his face covered in steel shards.

The boy reached out and pulled off the man's mask, revealing a pale, swollen face.

It seemed as if he had drunk too much of some mysterious drug; the man's veins were a deep purple, as if he had been poisoned.

It seems that the methods used by the Court of Owls to train Claw Assassins are not only clandestine but also extremely cruel.

However, Gino was not surprised to see this; for these old Gothamites, human life was the least valuable thing.

"Splash, splash."

Loren, holding an umbrella, walked shakily behind Gino.

Rain pattered on the umbrella as Lauren looked up at Gino's retreating figure.

"What are your plans next?"

Gino looked up at the rain curtain in the sky, reaching out to watch the raindrops hit his hands.

Lauren heard Gino's voice in his ear: "Go write down a list that you know and give it to me."

"The Court of Owls should be renamed."

"I see."

Loren nodded. He didn't know where those guys were gathered, but he knew a lot about the members.

Having witnessed the immense power of this young man, Loren chose to give everything he knew to Gino.

Laurent entered the manor with the help of the arriving butler.

Gino took out his phone and sent a message to "Talia" in his contact list.

"Come to Gotham Elliott Manor at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Bring your subordinates with you."

Just seconds after the message was sent, Gino received a reply. The reply indicated that the message had been received and asked how many members of the Assassin's Guild were needed.

Gino sent a message: "Take as many as you have."

He himself was a great philanthropist, and the Owl Council had at least dozens of members.

Add in their family and friends, and there are hundreds of them in total. Killing them all and taking their wealth would take some effort.

After all, Mr. Gino is kind-hearted and can't stand the sight of blood. He plans to put on a "black glove" to do these dirty work and muddy the waters, making Mr. Bruce Wayne busy for a while.

Gino smiled faintly: "I'm really looking forward to seeing the expressions on the faces of those Owls members when they learn that all their Claw assassins are dead. I'm sure it'll be quite a sight."

(End of this chapter)