Hunter × Hunter: The Seven Deadly Sins

Yilu Mi stood on the roof, looking at the gangster who smashed the street light pole with a punch, and folded his arms.

"The first performance is to increase strength."

But he remembered that when Spiro got it, it didn't seem to have such a performance.

But it's possible that Spiro didn't show strength enhancement because he was a psychic.

"What are you afraid of?"

Paul opened his arms and walked towards the two gangsters, shook his hair very dashingly, and laughed.

"We are friends, I will not hurt you."

"Paul, how did you put on that mask?"

The two companions asked, he seems to have no abnormal spirit except for his strength.

"have no idea."

Paul replied casually.

"Can you take it off?"

A scoundrel asked, Paul froze for a moment, but still pressed his hand on the edge of the mask.

"Well!"

Paul seemed to hold back a lot of strength, but he couldn't take it off no matter what.

"What's going on? This mask!?"

His exaggerated movements and tone made the two companions look at him suspiciously.

"Would you like us to take it down for you."

Paul took the mask for a while, then stepped back and said.

"The strength of the two of you is not as strong as me alone, and it is impossible to obtain it."

The two companions looked at each other and shrugged. The three people's idea of ​​selling money with masks failed, and they went back in a group along the way they came.

On the way, I met some acquaintances, but they all thought his mask was fake. How could a gangster have a golden mask.

Yilu Mi followed them all the way back to a dilapidated old house, this was their home, temporary.

After a week passed, Paul and two gangsters wandered around, finding a sparsely populated place to test their strength.

When wandering the streets, he often couldn't help but destroy something. At this time, Paul was still in a normal state of mind.

The second week, seven days, allowed Paul to clearly recognize his own strength.

He is full of self-confidence and makes troubles, fights, and even grabs small areas, such as stadiums and the like.

In the third week, his confidence began to swell.

He was no longer satisfied with petty troubles, and took two companions to other gangs' sites to steal cars.

On the way to steal the car, he beat up other gang members, hung them behind the car, dragged them to the ground, and tortured them for a long time.

As a result, he also got into a dispute with the gang leader who managed him.

In the fourth week, they provoked a lot of small gangs because they made trouble everywhere, stole things, and fought.

Finally, one day, the leader of the group planned to teach this troublesome little **** a lesson.

At this time, Paul's self-confidence swelled again, and his psychology and spirit began to appear abnormal.

He was no longer satisfied with his status as a gangster, he killed the leader of the group who came to teach him a lesson, and took over the territory with violence.

In the fifth week, take people to other gangs' sites to make trouble and destroy the scene.

One person singled out dozens of people and destroyed more than a dozen venues overnight.

In the sixth week, his reputation and deeds were spread by word of mouth throughout the gray area, and everyone said he was a lunatic, a lunatic wearing a golden mask.

In the seventh week, his gang boss valued his strength and asked him to deal drugs with smugglers from other countries.

But he made up his mind on a whim, and he actually killed all the people who came to trade.

As for the people on his side, he also killed only the first two gangsters.

"Paul, are you crazy!?"

His two gangsters fell to their knees and looked at him with fear on their faces, with fear in their eyes.

Paul looked down at his hands. Those blood-stained hands suddenly became like the claws of a demon.

The veins are looming, the fingers are slender, and the nails are pitch-black and extremely sharp.

In the eighth week, the gang boss knew about the gangster, and secretly summoned his two companions to learn the whole story.

The gang leader called Paul to the headquarters, intending to use violence to grab the golden mask on Paul's face.

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In an auto repair shop, the nameplate of the office has the words [Tristin Thaddeus] written on it.

"crunch~"

Paul is taken into the office by a gangster bodyguard.

He glanced around the office. In addition to the seven bodyguards, his two companions were also in the office.

A thin middle-aged man in a black suit jacket and red shirt sits on an office chair.

With dark circles under his eyes, a big back, dark yellow skin, and dense tattoos from the fingers of both hands to his neck, he is the leader of the Thaddeus gang, Tristin Thaddeus.

"Papa..."

Tristin didn't look at Paul who came in. He happily opened a fir box with eight cigars neatly placed inside.

"Crack... Kick."

Put the cigar into the round hole of the cigar cutter, cut it with a "click", then put the cigar in the mouth, and repeatedly wet it with saliva.

"What's the matter with me?"

Paul, who had been looking at him, finally spoke impatiently, with no respect for him in his tone.

"Crack..."

Tristin lit a cigar with a match, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and exhaled a puff of smoke.

Mei Mei felt the aroma of the authentic cigar, opened her eyes, and slowly raised her head to look at Paul.

"Paul, you don't even want to call me boss."

Paul, who was wearing a golden mask, didn't speak, and no one could see his expression, after all, he was wearing a mask.

"He can't hold back his killing intent anymore."

At this moment, Illumi turned into a gangster bodyguard, standing behind Tristin. Looking at Paul, who was surrounded by a strong malicious black murderous intent, the corners of his mouth raised lightly.

"How is the deal I gave you?"

"The quantity of that batch is very large, have you packed it all?"

With a cigar in his right hand~www.readwn.com~, Tristin swallowed the clouds and looked at Paul with a half-smile.

"almost."

Paul's tone was cold, but he was getting more and more anxious in his heart. The fingers of both hands couldn't help shaking slightly, and blue veins appeared.

"almost?"

Tristin pointed at his head with his right hand holding the cigar, and repeated in a mocking tone.

"You know, because of you! How much did I lose?"

"Because of you! How many partners have I had a bad relationship with?"

"Because of you, you **** bastard! How dare you make a fool of yourself in a trade!"

Tristin's tone became heavier and heavier. He unbuttoned his shirt and twisted his neck uncomfortably.

The chair was pushed away with a "click", Tristin stood up suddenly, picked up the fir box with cigars in front of him and smashed it at Paul.

"You even killed the laborers while riding a horse!"

"Killed fifty-seven loyal men of labor and capital!"

With a cigar in his hand, Tristin walked to Paul's side step by step, putting his ear in front of his ear, his voice low.

"Now others want me to give an explanation, and the people under my command also want me to give an explanation."

"What do you think I should tell them?"

Tristin lifted the cigar in his hand to Paul's ear level and slowly pressed the pestle to his ear.

At this time, the killing intent and madness in Paul's heart could no longer be contained, his eyes glowed red, and his pitch-black nails suddenly stretched.

"Pfft!"

Tristin, who was about to press the cigar to Paul's ear, was stunned, his eyes filled with disbelief, and he slowly lowered his head to look at his stomach.

A feeling of coldness and warmth emerged at the same time, and in addition, there was a sharp pain.