Chapter 77

Before his fist could even touch Kieran, it froze in mid-air.

The skinny man's cold smile froze on his face. His breathing stopped for a moment, as if he had seen something terrifying and unbearable. He took a few steps back and gasped for air with a pale face.

Not only the skinny man, but all of Mr. Pretentious G's men were also in the same state.

When Kieran's gaze landed on them, they realized that the man's gaze was stronger than a tiger's or leopard's. His gaze was like a real sword that pierced through their hearts.

Puff! Puff!

Many of them vomited blood and fell to the ground.

Those who did not vomit blood were also looking at Kieran with pale faces.

They could not figure out what had happened.

Why was Kieran able to hurt them with just a glance?

Instinctively, some of Mr. Pretentious G's men wanted to pull out their guns, hoping to conquer this unknown fear with their weapons.

However, their limbs were weak, so it was difficult for them to complete the action.

Because of this action, they fell to the ground, even though they were able to stand.

Looking at the fallen men, Kieran's fingers gently rubbed the [Half-dead's Gaze] on his right index finger, exclaiming at the power of this rare item.

As long as he did not encounter someone with a naturally strong Spirit, he would be successful in every endeavor.

More importantly, it was a group attack!

The [Half-dead's Gaze]'s [Deadman's Gaze] did not have a specific target. Within a second of activating the skill, any living being that came into contact with Kieran's eyes would have to undergo a Spirit authentication that was no lower than the wearer's -1 Level. If the authentication failed, the target would be affected by the [Fear Illusion].

[Fear Illusion: The target has fallen into an illusion. Their Spirit has passed the authentication, but their Intuition has failed the authentication. The target will suffer an attack equal to your Spirit Level. Inflicts 40 Damage to Target's HP, Target is moderately wounded …]

[Fear Illusion: The target has fallen into an illusion. Their Spirit and Intuition have failed the authentication. The target will suffer an attack equal to your Spirit Level + 1. Inflicts 60 Damage to Target's HP, Target is heavily wounded …]

Although Mr. Pretentious G's men were very strong, the battlelog clearly told them that they were just ordinary people.

They looked strong, that was all.

Of course, compared to ordinary people. They were much stronger in terms of combat, firearms, and cold weapons, but it did not change their current situation.

"I think I've told you who I am and what kind of attitude you should use to face me!"

"I'll give you one minute to find a qualified driver."

Don't try anything funny, because you can't bear the consequences. "

Kieran looked at the thin man who was on the verge of collapsing in front of him. His tone seemed calm but it was filled with warning. Kieran looked at the man and opened the car door.

The man clenched his teeth and tried to hold on.

The man's expression changed, and his face, and he's.

Through the rear-view mirror, Kieran could clearly see the changes in the man's expression.

. "Spirit," The man's. man's eyes, and he man's Sense..

Pres.

The other party was not a warrior who was unafraid of death. He was just a member of a gang with a slightly higher position.

People would be afraid when facing life-threatening threats, and they would also be afraid when facing the unknown.

When faced with both at the same time, the fear would destroy the confidence and worldview that the other party had built over a long period of time.

Kieran thought.

Pres. Pres. Pres. Pres. G would report this to Mr. Pres.

Pres. Pres. G would report this to Mr. Pres. That was without a doubt.

As for Mr. Pres. G's attitude, Kieran had some guesses.

After all. Mr. Pres. G would not face death calmly either.

As for the minor issues?

Kieran would need to think carefully.

One minute was not enough for Kieran to think.

Kieran retracted his thoughts when the door was opened and the chauffeur appeared in the driver's seat.

[Tracking] consumed a lot of stamina. Moreover, it required a high degree of concentration to firmly grasp a single mark among the many marks.

"Start the car!

Listen to my directions! "

Kieran said.

"Yes, sir!"

The chauffeur nodded in a respectful manner.

It seemed like someone had told him what had happened before he arrived.

Vroom Vroom!

The key turned. The black MPV followed Kieran's directions.

Half an hour later, the black MPV arrived in front of a tall building.

"Sir, this is the headquarters of the Sphendix Corporation!"

We can't get any closer!

Otherwise, we'll be in big trouble! "

The chauffeur warned Kieran.

In fact, Kieran did not need the chauffeur's warning. He had already seen Sphendix's name.

The tire tracks extended all the way to the parking lot of the building.

"Yes, let's go back!"

Kieran said after he took another look at the tire tracks and imprinted them in his mind.

He was not depressed.

Before tracking the tire tracks, Kieran had guessed that Pres. G would return to Sphendix's headquarters, but he had followed them just in case.

Plus, the tracking had not been a fruitless one.

At least it had given him a chance to show off his strength.

Of course, it was also because of this display of strength that he had to face Mr. G's test.

Only by passing this test would he be able to show off his true strength.

Besides, Kieran was sure that Mr. G was ready to welcome him.

After all, he had left Mr. Pretentious G an excellent 'tool'.

...

Kieran returned to the barbershop.

He pushed the door open and went in.

There was no one else in the shop.

It was Mr. G and Larry.

Riley was sitting on a chair with white foam smeared on his face. Mr. Dumb G was using a razor to brush Riley's face.

The foam and the beard were all shaved off, showing that he was quite skilled.

It should have been an enjoyable process.

However, Larry looked like he was about to cry.

It was Mr. G who had shaved Larry's beard.

He was the underground king of this city, Mr. G.

Just a glance from Mr. G was enough to make the intelligence dealer tremble in fear and want to crawl on the ground.

When he saw Kieran come in, Larry's eyes lit up, as if he had seen his savior. Larry dared not move an inch.

The razor had somehow appeared on Riley's neck.

"I've given you the evidence and bargaining chips you wanted!"

Kieran glanced at the razor on Larry's neck, then turned to Mr. G, who had turned around with a kind face.

"Yeah, it's more chips than I thought!"

But it's too much, to the point that I can't accept it! "

The amiable look on Mr. Biggie's face did not change, but his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Mr. G's killing intent had been triggered.

After he had received the report from his men and confirmed that there was nothing wrong with it, Mr. G's killing intent had been triggered.

Mr. Pervert G felt threatened by Kieran's presence.

This was something Mr. F G could not tolerate.

One Sphendix was enough, and he did not want another one to appear.

However, at the same time that he was afraid of the unknown, Mr. G also had a hidden doubt in his heart.

Because of his doubts, Mr. Pervert G decided to meet Kieran again after setting up an inescapable net.

He wanted Kieran to help him solve his doubts.

"According to my sources, Sphendix has an incurable disease. He should have died a long time ago!

The truth is, he's still alive and well. It's just that his personality has become weird. He's been eating people like a wild animal, which is not his usual style!

"Even I, this old rival, am confused!"

"But you, a stranger, were able to accurately determine the location of the corpse and seemed to be able to guess what he was doing … So, can you tell me why?"

Mr. G asked slowly.

"Because there's someone like me around Sphendix!

What's the big deal about reversing life and death? "

Kieran smiled and slowly raised his right hand.

Suddenly, lightning flashed.

Mr. G's face changed.

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