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"Swallow."
Before Illumi could even land, the Yin-Yang haired strong man's low voice rang out.
"Spit."
Accompanied by a loud "boom," Illumi's legs turned into springs as he landed, bouncing high off the ground.
"Swish!"
However, the white beam remained relentless, turning again and assailing him in the sky.
"Still conscious?"
Illumi looked at the rolling bald head on the ground. The opponent's eyes were bulging out, seemingly using his last bit of consciousness to desperately maintain his Nen.
"Hmph, too naive!"
A red glow flashed in Illumi's eyes. His body glowed white, transforming into a blue-grey peregrine falcon. He flapped his wings once.
"Hiss!"
The white beam "grazed past" him, but after traveling a certain distance, the white beam turned again and swooped down towards him.
"No end to it."
Illumi, in his peregrine falcon form, looked at the bleeding bald head on the ground. He flapped his wings once, transforming into a blue stream of light, and dived downwards from high altitude at a nearly vertical angle.
"Swish!"
The human eye could only see a blurred shadow flash by. Sharp talons "pfft" dug into the bald head. He slightly spread his wings and flapped them once, carrying it high into the sky.
"Your own attack, let you try it yourself."
Illumi carried the head high into the sky. The white beam below him still shot directly towards him. He slightly released the head clamped by his two talons.
"Boom!"
The head blocked the white beam's trajectory. With a loud bang, the head exploded into fragments, scattering everywhere.
Illumi didn't look at the explosion behind him. He soared high in the sky with his wings spread, incidentally observing the other person.
"He actually escaped."
In his current field of vision, the remaining black-clad strong man had actually picked up the cedar box from the ground and fled while he was being chased by the white beam.
"Damn it, I'm screwed this time."
The Yin-Yang haired strong man sprinted wildly through the streets, a sports car stopped in front of him. He immediately rushed forward, pulled the owner out, and sat in himself.
"You dare to steal my f-ing car!"
The car owner pulled out a pistol and pointed it at his head. Dressed in black and wearing sunglasses, he didn't seem like an ordinary person either.
"Slap."
The car owner had just finished speaking when his pistol was also snatched.
"Vroom vroom vroom..."
The sports car started, and with a roar of its engine, it sped off, leaving the car owner alone and disheveled in the exhaust fumes.
"Driving won't help."
Above this street, Illumi witnessed the entire process of him snatching the car and the gun. He flapped his wings once, accelerated, and gave chase.
"Bang!"
On a wide, flat road, a car, avoiding a wildly swerving sports car, collided with a car in another lane.
"Can't you drive?!"
"Are you in a hurry to get reincarnated?!"
On the road, car owners, having collided with other vehicles due to evasive maneuvers, got out of their cars and cursed angrily, but the sports car had long since disappeared from their sight.
In the sports car, the Yin-Yang haired strong man drove with one hand and opened the cedar box with the other, checking the golden mask inside.
"This is the golden mask."
He picked up the mask from the box. For some reason, he always felt an urge to put it on.
"Thud!"
A shadow fell from the sky, landing on the sports car's windshield, shattering the glass with dense cracks, making it impossible for him to see the road ahead.
"Screech~"
Passing an intersection, the sports car braked abruptly. The front-heavy sports car directly crashed into a traffic light pole with a "bang." The steel traffic light pole, amidst a series of "creaks," crashed down. The traffic light pole fell in the middle of the intersection, causing trouble for other vehicles. Cars continuously rear-ended each other, dozens of vehicles colliding at the intersection, resulting in a major traffic accident.
The Yin-Yang haired strong man shook his head. The sudden impact left him a little disoriented.
"Mask..."
At this moment, the golden mask tumbled out and caught his eye. He instinctively picked it up and brought it to his face.
"Clang~"
Suddenly, a cold, sharp sensation crept up his neck, making him regain his senses.
"I advise you not to wear that mask."
Illumi's head appeared from behind his shoulder, a sharp blade covered with aura pressed against the skin of his neck. His skin was cut, and a trickle of blood flowed down.
"I ask, you answer."
"If you don't speak, I'll make your life a living hell."
The military knife pressed against the Yin-Yang haired strong man's neck. He dared not move, only nodding slightly.
"Are you from the Sigrit family?"
"Yes."
"How many people came?"
"Two."
"Did Silvia send you?"
"Yes."
"How many Nen users are left in the Sigrit family?"
"Two."
"Only two left?"
"Old man Demetrius too."
"Pfft."
As soon as his words fell, Illumi directly cut his carotid artery and trachea. A large amount of blood gushed out, splattering across the entire windshield.
"Ugh ugh..."
The Yin-Yang haired strong man clutched his neck with both hands, blood gushing uncontrollably. Ten seconds later, the Yin-Yang haired strong man died with pain and fear in his eyes, due to inability to breathe and excessive blood loss.
"Always being coveted isn't a good thing."
Illumi picked up the golden mask that had fallen into the car, placed it back into the cedar box, and then stood up to scan his surroundings. Many car owners had gotten out of their cars, and large crowds of passersby had gathered on both sides of the street, pointing at the accident scene.
"No matter what world, what country, people love to watch a good show."
Illumi's body flashed with white light, transforming into the appearance of the Yin-Yang haired strong man. He fumbled around on himself, pulling out his wallet and identification, picked up the pistol he had stolen, left the sports car, and aimed the gun at the fuel tank.
"Bang!"
A gunshot.
"Boom!"
Accompanied by a deafening explosion, large flames shot out in all directions, terrifying the onlookers and causing them to scream.
Destroying corpses and erasing traces. Illumi, now in the form of the Yin-Yang haired strong man, squeezed into the crowd. His body flashed with white light again, transforming into a passerby, and he left the accident scene.
One hour later, Blanca City, at an airport counter.
"Ticket to Kilf City."
Illumi took out the Yin-Yang haired strong man's identification, which bore the name [Fletcher Francis].
"Mr. Fletcher, here is your ticket. Please keep it safe." The ticket agent handed the ticket to Illumi. He gently nodded, took it, and left the counter.
Illumi waited for two hours in the departure lounge, then boarded the airship bound for Kilf City.
"Beep..."
His phone vibrated. He took it out and saw it was a call from Silvia Sigrit. He pressed the button to answer.
"Fletcher, did you get the mask?" Silvia's voice sounded. Illumi's lips curved upwards, and he said in a deep voice.
"I got it, but I'm the only one left."
He didn't know the other person's name, so he had to speak first.
"Murry died?" Silvia's surprised voice came from the phone.
"Yes, he was killed by the Thaddeus gang leader in a desperate fight, and then I took the opportunity to kill that gang leader."
Illumi placed the blame on the dead man, knowing that she could only investigate so much.
"It's good that you got the mask. Come back quickly."
Although Silvia was suspicious, the mask was more important, so she ordered him to return as soon as possible.