Originally, Cynsini did not think much of people from the Mysterious World.
From his point of view, as long as they were human, they would be turned into a pile of minced meat by a typewriter.
Wasn't the Nuoding Hill Family always this simple and direct?
To deal with Li Wei, they might as well find a gunman and shoot him in the head.
Even if the other party was highly skilled, he would not be able to withstand a group of people shooting at him with a typewriter.
At the very least, they could kidnap his family and force him to compromise.
Although kidnapping and extortion was Gambina's main business, the Nuoding Hill Family was also very familiar with it.
All of this only changed when he met the Voodoo Sect Warlock.
Thinking of the terrifying experience he had, Cynsini could not help but shudder. 'Chief is right. Only the mysterious can fight the mysterious. Professional matters should be left to the professionals!'
At this moment, a black object was thrown in through the window. The fuse was still burning, and it was about to reach its end.
"A bomb!"
Cynsini's blood rushed to the top of his head, and his whole body stiffened.
Fortunately, his subordinate was quick to react, and he quickly pushed him to the ground.
"Rumble!"
The next moment, a shocking explosion rang out, causing his eardrums to ring.
A large amount of dust fell, and Cynsini crawled up pathetically. Only then did he realize that he was already lying on top of a corpse.
That loyal subordinate's head was bleeding, and he was no longer breathing.
He stood up with his face covered in dust, and saw that the originally leisurely room had now become a hell of flesh and blood.
Broken limbs and broken bones were everywhere, and blood flowed everywhere. Shattered organs were smeared all over the walls.
"Enemy … enemy …"
Cynsini muttered to himself, but he felt that his limbs were not listening to his brain, and his ears were ringing.
In a daze, he saw four people rush in, each holding a typewriter. They pressed him against the wall as if they were sweeping away trash.
"All the gunmen outside have been eliminated."
The scar-faced man's expression was cold. He suddenly took out a silver-white metal flask, opened the lid, and poured a mouthful of cold blood into his mouth.
"Pa!"
In the depths of the farm, the door to the Warlock's lodging suddenly opened. A short, dark-skinned guy dressed like a homeless hippie walked out.
"You … will pay the price for disturbing me!"
The sorcerer spoke in broken Mesopian language. At the same time, a terrifying light seemed to radiate from his eyes as he swept his gaze across everyone.
Cynsini immediately felt his limbs go weak. It was as if a mountain was pressing down on his mind. He couldn't move at all, and he fell limply to the ground.
"It's this pair of eyes, the eyes of the abyss from hell … We haven't lost yet, we still have the Lord Wizard …"
He looked at the gun-wielding scar-faced man with an expectant gaze, but he found that the man's hand was still holding the typewriter steadily.
"Cross fire, fire!"
Suddenly, the scar-faced man roared and pulled the trigger.
Da da!
Da da!
The astonishing firepower formed a net, not letting go of a single spot around the Sorcerer.
The horrifying metal storm tore apart his body, turning him into a pile of minced meat.
Cynthia seemed to be stunned as he stared blankly at this scene.
This was a Magus! The real mysterious man!
Even the patriarch of the Nuoding Hill family had to treat him with respect.
He had once seen this man use hair to make a cursed doll, which easily took the life of an unlucky person. He had also seen the body of a resurrected corpse modified by this man. Not only was it extremely strong, but it was also immune to all diseases and pain.
He also knew that ordinary people were like ants in front of a Magus.
But now, Cynthia felt something in his heart suddenly collapse.
Some pieces of flesh flew and landed on his face, bringing with them a warm feeling.
"So … the flesh of a Magus is like this too …"
Cynthia watched the scar-faced man and the others easily turn the Magus into minced meat. Then, he pointed his gun at the sky and muttered to himself, as if he was praying for something.
"His flesh is weak …"
The scar-faced man lowered his head and mourned for this mysterious man for a few seconds. Then, he sent out a signal.
"It's done. It's that simple."
In the carriage, Chung Shen-soo said to the dumbfounded James, "Let's go … Follow me to see the results of Scarface's work."
They walked into the farm and saw Cynthia, who was like a pile of mud, and the scene that looked like a slaughterhouse.
"Boss, it's all done."
The scar-faced man revealed a ferocious smile. "To think that I thought the mysterious man would be able to last longer under the gun …"
"Don't be arrogant and complacent. If he didn't take the path of strengthening his body but gave up on himself and transformed into some kind of spirit body, you'd be in for a tough battle …"
Chung Shen-soo squatted down and checked the remains of the unlucky Magus.
It was obvious that this guy had made some kind of modification to his body, making his physical fitness far superior to that of ordinary people. But it was useless!
Although he might be able to kill ten scar-faced men with his bare hands, or he might be able to take a few bullets from a small-caliber gun and remain unscathed, he was still extremely weak when faced with the bombardment of a few typewriters.
At this moment, even his head was smashed.
"I can see that he didn't die peacefully …"
Chung Shen-soo sighed. He did not find any secret manuals on this Magus's body. There was only a broken voodoo doll and some spiritual materials.
This was normal. It was impossible for every Unknowns to carry the secret knowledge of advancement on them and let others benefit them.
He stood up and pointed at Cynthia. A subordinate immediately helped him up.
"I remember that you're the left hand of the Notting Hill family, Mister Cynthia, right?"
Chung Shen-soo smiled. The scar-faced man and James stood on his left and right, giving off the aura of a big shot.
Cynthia was in a daze, as if he had not recovered from the shock.
Seeing this, Jamu immediately went over and slapped him twice.
"Li Wei … You win. Kill me." Cynthia's face was ashen.
"You didn't arrange this. The main culprit is Garcia … Do you want to live and advance to the next level?"
Chung Shen-soo lifted Cynthia's chin with the muzzle of the gun, issuing a devilish invitation.
Cynthia's eyes moved and became ashen again. "The Notting Hill family doesn't have a tradition of letting the murderer of the family leader ascend …"
"Then you'll be the first!"
Chung Shen-soo sneered. "So-called traditions and rules are meant to be broken. As long as you have enough power … and ambition. You don't lack these things. You just lack an opportunity."
"No, I don't have many people. The family's elites are all controlled by the right hand and the executioner …" Cynthia answered subconsciously.
"I can grant you power. Come, have a taste."
Chung Shen-soo had James pry open Cynthia's mouth. He aimed the flask at him and drank a mouthful of Savage Bear.
In the next moment, Cynthia roared. The muscles on his body expanded in an instant, causing his suit to become extremely tight. He immediately broke free from the restraints of others.
"Do you see that? I can provide this magical spirit wine to you for free. You can rely on its power to ascend … "
Chung Shen-soo smiled. "In return, I want all the illicit wine businesses in Notting Hill … Trust me, you won't lose out."
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