He's in Marvel, working behind the scenes.

Zhongcheng United Company.

Five hundred meters underground.

In the construction site, which resembled a cave, many workers continued to dig deeper.

Madam Gao watched from behind, leaning on her cane.

There were four people standing around her.

Three men and one woman.

One of them was none other than Murakami Shin, who had been killed by Hibari Kyoya in the battle the day before.

But at this moment, apart from a stick mark on his face, he stood there unharmed.

The other three are Alexandra, who is blonde and blue-eyed and resembles a European noblewoman; Sowanda, who has short hair and a Latina-like appearance; and Botto, who has a white European-American appearance.

They are the five fingers of the Hand.

Alexandra suddenly asked, "How much longer until we can dig it up?"

"It will probably exceed expectations."

Mrs. Gao replied, "Without Kingpin providing cover for us, it will be difficult to bring in laborers with impunity."

This is a dragon's tomb.

Madam Gao and her group dug underground and unearthed the dragon bones.

To maintain secrecy, these workers could not possibly be sent back.

In this case, they would become missing persons.

If it's just one or two, it's not a big deal, but if there are too many, it will attract the attention of the police and cause a lot of complications.

"That Kingpin kid even said he'd hide in prison to fight the Vongola, and he died the very next day!" Shin couldn't help but sneer.

Alexandra glanced at him, then looked back at the progress of the excavation work and sighed, "How about we resurrect Kingpin?"

"There's not much medicine left."

"That's what the gambler reminded me of," said the bettor.

Upon hearing this, Alexandra fell silent for a long while before continuing, "Then what should we do? We can only hold on for four more months at most. If we still can't get the dragon bones to make medicine in four months, our lives will come to an end."

"How about we try contacting Lord Beast?" Sowanda tentatively suggested.

Madam Gao stomped her cane and scolded, "Nonsense! Others may not know, but do you think we don't know what kind of scoundrel he is?"

To cooperate with him is like asking a tiger for its skin.

"But if you die, you have nothing left."

"I'm afraid that if I cooperate with him, I'll suffer even if I die!"

Upon hearing this, the scene fell silent once again.

Alexandra paused for a moment, then continued, "Let's revive Kingpin. Without him, we won't last until the Dragon Tomb is excavated."

"No, there is another way."

As the sound came, a figure emerged from the darkness.

Chapter 110 The Daki who came knocking and the Muzan who was knocking on the door

"who!?"

Upon hearing the sound, the five leaders of the Hand quickly turned around to look at the person who emerged from the shadows...

She was a woman wearing a colorful kimono, with black hair and black eyes, and her hair was styled into a dignified bun with six flower-shaped hairpins.

Strangely, despite wearing an elegant kimono and having her hair styled in a dignified updo, she didn't exude any composure or calmness; instead, she gave off an inexplicable sense of oddity.

“My name is Warabi-hime, but I prefer another name…”

The woman raised her right hand, like a lady of high society, and covered her small mouth with her wide sleeves, saying with a light laugh, "If you may, please call me Princess Fallen."

"Dahime?"

Alexandra looked puzzled, then reached out her right hand.

"Hey~"

An unparalleled suction force was generated, pulling up the gravel and dust on the ground as if they were being blown up by the wind.

Daki was at the center of the suction force, her wide kimono billowing and fluttering, yet she remained perfectly still.

Alexandra withdrew her right hand, looking at Daki with suspicion and uncertainty. "Who are you?"

Do you like greeting people this way?

Daki still wore a smile, but the feeling she gave off was one of utter horror, as if one had fallen into an ice cave.

The five members of the Hand looked serious.

"Ha ha……"

Daki chuckled softly, "Since you can sense the difference between each other, you still have some use."

"Who exactly are you? What is your purpose?"

Madam Gao asked in a deep voice.

"Don't you want to live forever?"

Daki raised her right hand, and her wide sleeves slid down to reveal her slender, jade-like hand. "That lord can grant it to you."

As she spoke, she stretched out her left hand and drew five shocking bloody marks on her smooth arm.

Before anyone could even wonder what was going on, the five bloody marks had already healed.

"This……"

The five members of the Hand looked at each other in surprise.

"I am a member of the demon race..."

As Daki spoke proudly, a change began to occur to her... "I am one of the most powerful demons under that lord's command, the Upper Moon Sixth of the Twelve Demon Moons, Daki!"

As she finished speaking, Daki completely changed her appearance.

Her hair was disheveled and turned from black to silver, her eyes turned gold and displayed the number representing Upper Moon Six, flower tattoos appeared on her forehead and right cheek, and her clothing changed from a courtesan's dress to revealing attire.

She possesses a captivating charm and an aura of sinister wickedness.

Everyone finally understood why they felt something was off about her before.

Because that so-called dignified and composed demeanor is nothing more than a disguise to cover up one's evil and cruel nature.

But what surprised the Hand members even more was what Daki said.

Oni clan, that person, the Twelve Demon Moons...

what is this?

It does resemble some Japanese myths and legends.

Could it be a legendary force related to that?

As disciples of Kunlun, they naturally knew that the gods and races in the myths and legends of various countries were real, and that the strange creatures in those legends also existed.

Strangely, the Hand Association, a force that has been rooted in Japan for hundreds of years and has cultivated ninjas and onmyoji, has not discovered any legendary forces in Japan.

Neither gods nor demons were seen.

Upon hearing Daki's self-introduction, one naturally thinks of that aspect.

"You all saw it, didn't you..."

Daki waved her injured right hand in front of everyone and said disdainfully, "We demons possess immortal lifespans and physical strength surpassing that of humans..."

At this point, Doki's tone changed, becoming full of disdain, "Your so-called elixir of immortality is like treating a cold; once the effect wears off, it's no longer useful, and you have to take it again every now and then... Can this kind of thing really be considered immortality?"

The five Hand members stared at her coldly, without saying a word.

Seeing this, Daki's lips curled into a wicked smile. "What, you're not convinced?"

“There’s nothing to complain about. In terms of sustaining life, the elixir of immortality is indeed inferior to that of the demon race…” Alexandra replied calmly. “However, it allows us to maintain our human identity without any side effects. If we are simply pursuing immortality, whether it’s becoming a vampire, making a pact with a devil, or even using secret techniques we developed ourselves, we can easily achieve that.”

As she spoke, Alexandra's eyes turned cold. "Over the years, demons from hell have tempted us, and vampire empires have tried to win us over, but we have remained unmoved. If your goal is to turn us into ghosts, then you can go back to where you came from."

"I see!"

Daki smiled knowingly and said, "Although I think the frail bodies of humans are not worth mentioning, there are many like you who value your human identity. So, let's suggest something else!"

"Ok?"

"That lord intends to start a war, so let's continue the battle..."

At this point, Daki paused, sorted out her thoughts, and continued, "And you are in dire need of labor... We cannot provide you with labor, but we can transform your existing labor force into demons, making each of them superhuman, so that one of them can do the work of ten."

"What do we have to give in return?"

"Ninja..."

As she spoke, Daki laughed, "Of course, the ninjas you train are nothing special, they can only clear out grunts, but if they were transformed into demons, they could barely be considered combat power!"

Upon hearing this, Alexandra fell into deep thought.

Although their ninjas are proficient in various weapons and martial arts, and can easily scale walls, they rely mainly on skills. In terms of physical strength, they are only slightly stronger than ordinary special forces soldiers.

Even if we let them do the work, the progress won't be much faster.

However, business is all about bargaining.

Alexandra was already inclined to agree, but she still subconsciously tried to bargain, saying, "Why don't we go find the vampire empire?"

"The Vampire Empire just wants an ally, and its terms are much more generous than those of your vampire race."

Why do people always think they're so clever?

Daki sighed regretfully.

Alexandra sensed something was wrong and was about to make a move when she heard several "bangs" as several ribbons burst from the ground beneath her feet and tightly bound her.