He's in Marvel, working behind the scenes.

Even without the death flame, it is extremely powerful.

If it weren't for Tsuna's "no harming others" order, he would have directly controlled Vanessa or the other people in the prison to kill Kingpin.

At that time, no matter how strong he is, he will die.

Kingpin felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing this, and became even more vigilant.

Although it's unknown whether Rokudo Mukuro can actually do this, it's not hard to tell from his slightly regretful yet confident tone and expression that he has absolute confidence in his success.

"Ugh!"

Seeing Kingpin's reaction, Rokudo Mukuro roughly guessed what he was thinking at that moment, and couldn't help but sigh, "Don't stay silent, it's no fun talking to yourself. Don't you have any last words?"

"You're the one who should be giving your last words!"

Kingpin roared and swung his fist.

Rokudo Mukuro gently raised his trident, the tip piercing into Kinpin's wrist. He changed the trajectory of his fist, slashing it over his head and slamming it hard against the prison bars, bending and deforming several steel bars.

"That's an exaggerated power!"

Rokudo Mukuro sighed, drew his trident, and swung it backhand at Kingpin's face, leaving a red mark and causing Kingpin to wince in pain, clutching his nose and stumbling backward.

"But strength alone isn't enough!"

Rokudo Mukuro spun his trident twice and leaped after him. "If strength could represent power, then bison wouldn't be food for tigers and cheetahs."

As he spoke, he caught up with Kingpin and thrust his trident into Kingpin's heart.

It became.

The six realms of the body and mind are severed.

But then a "clang" was heard, and the halberd tip struck Kingpin's clothes, sparks flying, and was blocked.

"Eh?"

Rokudo Mukuro was stunned.

Could it be that his body has been soaking in the water for too long (Rokudo Mukuro has been bound and imprisoned in an underwater prison)?

Kingpin seized the opportunity to grab the trident, dragged it back, pulled Rokudo Mukuro over, grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up, saying viciously, "I said I would make anyone who dares to lay a hand on Vanessa regret being born."

"Is that so?"

Rokudo Mukuro's face turned bright red from being pinched, but the wicked smile on his lips remained unchanged. "I'd like to see how you make me regret being born."

"Then let's just watch!"

Kingpin tightened his grip and snapped Rokudo Mukuro's neck with a 'crack'.

He died just like that?

Kingpin was greatly surprised to see the man in his hand with his head tilted to one side, his eyes rolling back, spitting out saliva, and completely lifeless.

Although he said he would make him regret being born, his fierce battle with the Cloud Guardian yesterday made him dare not underestimate the Mist Guardian in the slightest, and he was prepared to break through the wall and escape if he was defeated in the fierce battle.

I never expected to die like this.

"It seems that not all of the Vongola Family's guardians are as powerful as the Cloud Guardians." Kingpin pondered for a moment, then released his hands.

Rokudo Mukuro's corpse fell, and then...

"Puff puff……"

Before the body even hit the ground, green roots burst forth from the broken body, tightly binding Kingpin.

"What's this!?"

Kingpin struggled desperately.

But the monstrous force that could break even a chain could not break this root as thick as an index finger.

Furthermore, Kingpin felt as if his physical strength was being drained by these roots, whether it was his imagination or not.

No, it's not an illusion.

The entwined roots grew stronger with his physical strength, forming chains and blooming lotus flowers—Rokudo Mukuro, who had been dead, stood up from the lotus flowers with a wicked smile on his face.

What happened to you?!

Kingpin stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

"I've returned from hell!"

Rokudo Mukuro smiled as he jumped off the lotus, his body gradually growing larger until it returned to its original size. "Now, it's your turn to go to hell."

As he spoke, he raised his trident and swung it, instantly polluting the space with chaos. The space then twisted and shrank, turning into a black hole, like a passage to another dimension, unleashing an unparalleled suction force that devoured Kingpin.

"No, it's impossible!"

Kingpin struggled desperately, but to no avail. He could only be swallowed up little by little by the black hole, and finally disappeared along with the black hole.

The wind is calm, the waves are still.

The space returned to normal, and the prison cell, resembling a five-star hotel, came back into view, without the slightest damage, except for the absence of Kingpin, the prisoner.

It turns out it was an illusion from the very beginning.

Rokudo Mukuro's illusions, however, become real once the victim believes them to be true.

This is Rokudo Mukuro.

"Tsuna's orders have made things a bit more complicated, but so be it!" Rokudo Mukuro glanced at the cell that had lost its master, somewhat bored. "Let's go back!"

At this moment...

"Crack!"

A sound like shattering glass rang out, and a crack appeared in the space. A thick watch reached out, grabbed the crack, and tore it open to both sides, revealing a huge figure.

—Kingpin is back!

Rokudo Mukuro looked at the panting man with surprise and curiosity, "How did you return from another dimension?"

"...another dimension?"

Kingpin took a few breaths, and after his breathing had calmed down, he sneered, "What other dimension? It's just an illusion you made me see."

Upon hearing this, Rokudo Mukuro frowned.

He carefully recalled the previous battle but found no flaws in his analysis.

Why was it discovered?

Judging from how he had always been manipulated by illusions, he didn't seem like someone who had the ability to fight against illusions.

"You actually claim to have returned from hell..." Kingpin chuckled coldly. "Do you know that I have been dealing with hell for many years and have long remembered its aura?"

Did he overdo it by showing off?

Rokudo Mukuro felt relieved, but his face still held a sinister air. "I wasn't lying, you know. I really am someone who has returned from Hell. In Hell, I gained power, and I regained the memories and fighting abilities of my past life."

"I've never seen anyone escape from those devils!" Jin scoffed disdainfully, then pounced forward with outstretched arms.

Nowadays, no matter what Rokudo Mukuro says, he will only take it as a charade, and all the abnormalities are illusions.

(He has a grasp of my illusion techniques, and these illusion techniques aren't very effective, so let's use this.) Rokudo Mukuro smiled lightly, stomped his trident on the ground, and magma burst forth from the earth.

But Kingpin ignored everything and charged straight at him.

As expected, the flame pillar passed right through him without causing him any harm.

Rokudo Mukuro seemed to have anticipated this, showing no surprise on his face. He leaned to avoid Kingpin's grab, and stomped the floor again.

At the same time, the number in his right eye changed to "three"!

The portal opened, and countless venomous snakes fell onto Kingpin.

Kingpin didn't care. After concluding that the other party was a fraudster using illusions, he subconsciously regarded this mysterious method as an illusion as well, and continued to grab Rokudo Mukuro with a determined look in his eyes.

then……

"Puff puff……"

Chapter 100 The Death of Kingpin

Kingpin is dead...

On the afternoon of his second day in prison, his body was discovered by prison guards in his solitary cell.

No one knows what happened, but the autopsy report showed that the time of death was 9:24 a.m. and the cause of death was poisoning... This is just the statement given to the media.

There are actually things being concealed.

The autopsy results confirmed that Kingpin did indeed die from poisoning, but more specifically, from snake venom, specifically 324 different types, each of which is a type of snake venom that can cause rapid death—although there are currently more than 650 known species of venomous snakes.

However, among the snake venom extracted and tested from Kingpin's body, there are still more than a hundred species that have never been seen by humans before.

In addition, Kingpin's body was covered with wounds from snake bites, and the cell was filled with the torn corpses of venomous snakes, both known and unknown.

The existence of over a hundred unknown venomous snakes can be excused by the fact that human exploration of snakes on Earth is incomplete. But how did so many snakes get in without being discovered?

It's important to know that Kingpin's cell was a private cell specially built for the wealthy. It was located in the center of the prison, guarded by layers of prison guards and surveillance, and its defenses were airtight. Not even a rat could get in, let alone hundreds of venomous snakes.

Kingpin was poisoned by more than 300 kinds of venom, but there were only a little over 100 snake carcasses in the prison. Where did the other 100-plus go?

The case was so bizarre that it involved supernatural events. In accordance with the laws set by the Security Council, the police kept it a secret from the outside world and notified S.H.I.E.L.D.

S.H.I.E.L.D. agents quickly identified the imposter as Vanessa.

The reason why it was determined that the Vanessa who came to visit Kingpin was an imposter was because the real Vanessa was holding an art exhibition in Queens during the time Kingpin died, and hundreds of people could testify that she was not in prison at the time.

Then, the trail went cold.

After the fake Vanessa left the prison, she disappeared. No one knew where she went, and no one ever saw her true identity.

But this is not hard to guess.

Yesterday, many people saw Hibari Kyoya go to Midtown United Company, and then a catastrophic battle broke out on the company's rooftop, resulting in the near annihilation of all security personnel.

While no one can prove that Hibari Kyoya was the culprit behind this fight, nobody's a fool. His company has been running for years without a problem, and you suddenly find yourself in a fight—who else could it be but you?

Even without direct evidence, you are the prime suspect.