This slap hit Claudius on the right side of his face.
"Liam-Bratt" gave him a slap on the left side. "It's your fault. If you don't have the Buddha statue, why were you pretending in the conference room?"
"Uuuuuuuuuuu—"
Claudius wanted to curse angrily, but his mouth remained shut. He could only whimper.
The hatred in his heart—it must be Prison Elephant's fault! Could that kid have secretly defected to Bratt? So when passing on the special ability, he gave Bratt better powers? What a damn traitor!
Otherwise, why would Bratt have the ability to control him?
"The Buddha statue isn't in your hands now, or has it never been in your hands?"
"Liam-Bratt" suddenly asked again. "Same rules. If it's passed through your hands, slap the left cheek. If it hasn't, slap the right cheek."
Claudius gave himself a left slap, anger in his eyes.
So this guy really did find the True Martial Ksitigarbha Buddha statue. The treasure map was most likely real.
"Liam-Bratt" slapped the other side of his face while thinking to himself, then asked, "The treasure map and Buddha statue were found together? Give yourself a slap."
"PAH!" Claudius immediately slapped himself on the left again. He was already shaking with rage.
They were indeed discovered together.
"The Buddha statue is lost, but the treasure map is still there? Slap."
"PAH!" Another left slap.
As long as the treasure map was still there, it wasn't a total loss.
"How did you lose it?—Was it intercepted by Kakin people?" "Liam-Bratt" stared at Claudius, who was trembling with anger but still keeping his mouth shut, only spitting hot breath from his nostrils. "Or did you voluntarily hand it over to Kakin?"
This time, Claudius didn't slap himself.
In other words, neither "yes" nor "no" was the correct answer to this question.
The guy didn't even know how he'd lost it.
"Liam-Bratt" rolled his eyes and waved his hand, giving this guy several more slaps. Anyway, with the blessing of the Star Mark, even if the mouth broke, it would heal. He could slap at will. What's more, he hadn't used much force. By now the redness and swelling on both sides of Claudius's face had already subsided.
"Okay, let's do this." "Liam-Bratt" finally gave Claudius an address, held Claudius's cheeks in both hands, patted them, and said with a smile, "Go back obediently. Don't make any noise. Send the treasure map to this address in secret. And then I think... oh, then you can kill yourself. Bye!"
He snapped his fingers perfunctorily, kicked open the small warehouse door, and pointed to the street.
Watching Claudius walk away hurriedly, "Liam-Bratt" straightened his shirt and tie at the warehouse door, slicked his hair back with a few spits, and went to find a place where he could easily be found by "Machi" and commit suicide with his head held high.
"Do we really need to look in this direction again?"
Bambie was chewing gum, walking down the road. There was no expression on her face, but her tone was very reluctant.
"What do you, the newcomer, know? Do you know how long the boss has been wandering around the world searching for True Martial King's treasure?" "Machi" walked ahead. "If I can find the treasure map, or even if I find a True Martial King Buddha statue, heh. It'd be great if I could take over the boss's position!"
The person behind was silent for a while.
Bambie suddenly asked, "Omokage, I remember you're Number 4?"
"Machi" stared with dead fish eyes and said nothing.
"And the boss is Number 0." Bambie asked curiously. "How can you change a Spider Number 4 tattoo to Number 0? I'd like to ask. Oh, right—things like tattoos can't be changed!"
"Machi" couldn't help but sneer. "Stupid! Just because you can't change it doesn't mean I can't. Who do you think I am?"
She lifted up her clothes with her backhand, revealing Machi's body. There was a black spider tattoo with the number "3" on it.
Bambie couldn't help but marvel. "You can even change the tattoos on your body?"
As she spoke, she suddenly blew out a breath and pointed at "Machi's" silhouette—Spider Number 4.
"What are you doing?!" Omokage jumped back. Where he'd been standing, the air at head height suddenly exploded.
Bambie said expressionlessly, "I just want to warn you—even if you become me in the future, don't lift your clothes casually."
"Incomprehensible!"
Omokage cursed. "Aren't you just taking off your clothes? What's the big deal?"
Bambie wasn't looking at him. She looked behind him, further ahead in the direction they'd just come. "There's someone. No, there's a corpse."
Omokage frowned and hurried over with Bambie.
As they got closer, they realized it was a body lying on the roadside. Omokage recognized this guy—also one of the Dons from the conference room. Seemed to be named Bratt or something.
Bambie looked at the body.
Preliminary judgment: died of blood loss after the carotid artery was cut.
There was also a cut on the palm, and a sharp piece of gravel stained with blood next to it.
On one side of the body was a pool of solidified dark blood from massive hemorrhaging in the neck. On the other side was a line of text left in blood.
"Do you want the treasure? Then go find it! I put the treasure map..."
The last stroke of the message was completely crooked, as if the person who'd left the message had lost his last strength and couldn't finish writing.
But these two Phantom Troupe members had killed so many people and had so much experience. They could see at a glance that the last word of this message was very forceful. It didn't look like a dying message at all.
"Either it was written by someone else, or this guy wanted to tell a bad joke before dying." Omokage, who looked like Machi, kicked the body away more than ten meters with an expressionless face. Turning around, he saw Bambie was on the phone. "So Machi, you got your tattoo on—"
Before Bambie finished speaking, Omokage clearly heard Machi's cold voice from the phone. "Omokage, have you transformed into me again?"
Omokage punched at Bambie directly, but Bambie dodged. While dodging, she threw her phone to him.
Omokage caught the phone and said with a smile, "I can't help it. Your Nen threads are so easy to use! And your body is petite, easy to move around in..."
"Don't use my voice to talk to me." Machi said coldly. "Change."
Omokage rolled his eyes wildly. His body twisted. The pink hair quickly turned black. His figure grew taller. An inverted cross tattoo appeared on his forehead. His voice changed from the original clear female voice to a very magnetic young man's voice. He said with a smile, "Isn't this okay?"
"I'll tell Chrollo you became him without permission." Machi said indifferently. "If you change into me once, I charge you five million Jenny. Now you owe me twenty-five million. Remember to pay back next time."
SNAP! Machi hung up directly.
Omokage, who looked like Chrollo, stuck out his tongue at the phone and rolled his eyes. Finally he ran out about ten meters, kicked the body into the sky, and sent it flying another hundred meters into the wilderness...
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