"No!"
"This is impossible!"
"My father was a middle-tier martial artist wearing B3-grade battle armor, how could he possibly die?"
...
In the underground hideout, Eugene watched all of this through the monitor, on the brink of madness, completely losing the composure and calmness he had before.
The Two-Headed Gang's current scale was all thanks to his father, Nissen Walker.
With the strength of a middle-tier martial artist and B3-grade battle armor, he was a top-notch expert in the suburbs, and inside the city, where martial artists were forbidden to fight, no force could do anything against him.
This was the greatest confidence of the Two-Headed Gang, like a stabilizing force.
But now his father was dead, and in his own stronghold, how could he dare to believe it?
"That damned Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall! They must have hired someone from the Bone Forging Realm to assassinate him!"
"Madmen! Those people from the Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall are all madmen!"
