Schmidt covered his abdomen, kneeling on the floor and vomiting.
He was sure that the man in front of him had done it on purpose. The way he punched his stomach was not something that could be done without training.
Schmidt spat out the mushy breakfast all over Landsky's carpet.
Landsky was not happy about it.
"Marco, that's enough!
I didn't ask you to come here to show off! "
Landsky shouted at the man, who was ready to throw a punch at Schmidt.
The man was a head taller than a normal man, and his body was more than twice the size of Landsky's. His loose suit was stretched too tight on his body.
His wide palms and powerful fingers tore off a corner of Landsky's desk as if he was trying to show off. He squeezed the corner of Landsky's desk, causing powder to seep through the gaps of his fingers.
It was as if the corner of the desk was made of flour.
"I'm sorry, Landsky.
You know I can't control myself sometimes. "
Landsky's insincere apology made Marco walk over to Landsky's chair and sit down.
His heavy body immediately caused the sturdy chair to creak, making people's teeth ache.
"But do you really need to spend so much effort on a piece of trash like him?"
Marco looked at Schmidt, who was wobbling as he stood up, his face filled with disdain.
"Don't forget that you were also a piece of trash a year and a half ago!"
Landsky said with a cold grunt.
"So what?
"Right now, I've been reborn!"
I will be the strongest warrior! "
Marco was angry at first, but he quickly regained his composure.
Soon enough, Marco emphasized his point.
"So, Chief Landsky, you have to show me the respect I deserve.
It will bring you untold benefits, whether it's your current position or the position you're looking forward to in the future.
You should know that most of the big shots aren't very happy with you.
And me?
I've stood out from the crowd, so I'll rise to the top! "
Marco's words were filled with mockery, but it was quickly replaced by delight.
"Maybe you'll rise to the top in the future, but now …
You're just my assistant!
The only reason I called you here is to show Chief Schmidt what I have to offer! "
Tally Landsky laughed, revealing the identity that Marco didn't want to face the most: the identity of her assistant.
Such a revelation infuriated Marco.
He flipped the desk and rushed towards Tally Landsky without a care in the world.
He swore that he would tear him apart.
Through a special method, he had obtained unimaginable power in a short period of time. However, it was not without a price. Perhaps Marco was as strong as an ox, as agile as a swallow, and was not afraid of small-caliber firearms, allowing him to quickly recover from his injuries. However, he had lost the ability to control his emotions.
Once he was impulsive, he would lose his mind.
Therefore, Marco, who was the assistant, was put in a shackle.
The control of the shackles was naturally in Tally's hands.
So when Landsky saw Marco charging towards her, she did not panic at all.
She slowly turned the ring on her right index finger.
Buzz!
The silver metallic ring immediately emitted a burst of red light.
A moment ago, Marco had been ferocious, but now he was like a dead dog, lying limply on the ground.
All he could do was grunt to express his dissatisfaction.
But to Tally Landsky, it was nothing.
She ignored Marco, who was lying on the ground, and turned her attention to Schmidt, who was shocked.
"Him?
Who is he? "
Both of them had no intention of hiding anything from Schmidt.
Schmidt had a certain level of understanding towards the mystical realm, so based on their conversation, he suddenly guessed something, but he was still in disbelief.
"A human that was modified with alchemy!"
Tally answered the question on behalf of Schmidt.
"How could you do this?!
"Have you forgotten the bloody moon from two hundred years ago?!"
The sense of justice in Schmidt's heart made him shout angrily.
Modifying a human with alchemy was not something rare in the mystical realm, but it was definitely forbidden.
It wasn't just because of the inhumane, cruel, and low success rate, but also because it would create mindless, bloodthirsty monsters.
Two hundred years ago, before the current government was formed, the monarchy of the West Coast had been destroyed by the bloodthirsty monsters that had gone out of control.
The powerful organization that created the monsters had been annihilated on the same day the monsters went on a rampage.
After that, the bloodthirsty monsters started to attack any human or animal that they could see.
To put it simply, everything that was alive was their target.
Back then, the kingdom had been invaded by the monsters within two short weeks.
More than a hundred thousand people had died in those two weeks.
Generals. Soldiers.
Civilians. Nobles.
Elderly. Children.
Men. Women.
None of them were spared.
Even the powerful mystical forces suffered the same fate.
They had to pay an even heavier price for their actions.
When the kingdom's army was completely routed, those who did not want to die were forced to stand on the frontlines, fighting against the monsters that were created by people like them.
The war lasted for almost two years.
In the end, the mystical realm won.
However, they had fallen from their heyday.
The country that once stood tall on the West Coast had vanished into the dust of history.
Therefore, all the mystical forces had come to an agreement to forbid any experiments related to alchemy and human body modification. Once discovered, they would not tolerate it.
A new agreement was made.
A new government had replaced the old country.
However, that long war that affected the whole country was like a scar that was left on the West Coast.
The Blood Moon!
Those who had gone through that painful period of time called the war that.
"Do you people want to destroy the West Coast again?"
Schmidt shouted angrily, his eyes almost popping out of his eye sockets.
"NO!
OF COURSE NOT!
Technology improves with the times, the same goes for alchemy and human body modification experiments. Through us! "
Landsky refuted Schmidt.
She did not notice that the silver ring was glowing red and was gradually dimming.
Schmidt, who was furious, did not notice it either.
It was only when Marco stood up with a sinister smile that the two of them changed their expressions.
Tally looked at the dimming ring in disbelief.
Schmidt, on the other hand, instinctively reached for his gun.
However, before he could even touch the handle of the gun, Marco was already in front of him.
"Trash, go to hell!"
Marco shouted.
Fung!
Marco's fist was like a hammer, smashing towards Schmidt's head.
Schmidt closed his eyes.
He knew he was done for. With his opponent's strength, he couldn't think of any other possibility other than his brain exploding when his opponent punched him in the head.
However, he did not feel any pain.
"Trash?
You really deserve to die then! "
A familiar voice sounded beside him.
2567！
Schmidt opened his eyes in surprise.
The second one was even worse.
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