Okamoto Reiichi watched from the ancestral hall, his heart filled with anxiety!
In just a few short seconds, his remaining lackeys were damn near all wiped out!
Of course, Okamoto Reiichi didn't truly care about the lives of these lackeys; rather, he knew that once these protectors were all dead, it would be his turn!
Seeing his group of lackeys being quite "chivalrous"—charging in with fists just because the opponent was bare-handed—Okamoto Reiichi couldn't help but roar:
"Baka! Are you all idiots?! If you're out of bullets, use your swords! Have you been in America so long that you've forgotten how to use a blade?!"
Reminded by Okamoto Reiichi, the lackeys being slaughtered by Lock finally remembered—right, they were authentic Neon samurai, and their specialty used to be the sword!
They couldn't win in hand-to-hand combat, but with so many of them, could they really not hack him to death with swords?
If they all surrounded him, they could chop him into mincemeat!
The remaining men immediately drew the katanas at their waists, their confidence restored, and surrounded Lock viciously!
"Using weapons in a freestyle brawl?"
Lock snorted coldly at this, showing no fear, only increased disdain for them.
Since the opponents were "breaking the rules," there was no need for him to keep playing the human punching bag game with these people.
Lock bent his legs slightly and leaped upward.
Under the incredulous gazes of the remaining Neon Gang members, Lock crouched upside down beneath a branch of the century-old cherry blossom tree in the middle of the ancestral hall courtyard, defying the laws of physics!
But immediately, something even more anti-human happened. Lock, crouching upside down under the branch, extended his hands toward them and actually shot strands of white spider silk from his wrists, each strand accurately wrapping around a gang member's head!
Then, Lock, still upside down, pulled all the spider silk and exerted sudden force with both arms, actually lifting all ten or so remaining Neon Gang members in the courtyard together and hanging them from the branches!
Thud—
It wasn't until a faint sound of landing rang out that the stunned Neon Gang leader, Okamoto Reiichi, was startled awake.
Okamoto Reiichi looked in terror at the tall figure who had already stepped into the ancestral hall and was slowly walking towards him, as well as the dozen subordinates still swaying under the cherry blossom tree behind Lock, struggling frantically because their heads were wrapped in spider silk and they couldn't breathe. He kept trying to retreat in fear!
But he was already at the innermost part of the ancestral hall; there was nowhere else to retreat. Behind him, there was no way back, only the position of the ancestral tablets.
Thus, with this retreat, he crashed into and knocked over a large pile of his ancestors' tablets with a clatter.
It was as if Okamoto Reiichi's ancestors were already calling out to this unfilial descendant from below to come down and join them!
But Okamoto Reiichi didn't want to die. One hand secretly reached behind his back, while the other hurriedly reached out toward the approaching Lock:
"Wait! Wait! You can't kill me! I have The Hand above me. If you kill me, The Hand won't let you off!"
"And we can talk! I can give you money! Lots and lots of money!!"
Facing Okamoto Reiichi's carrot-and-stick approach, Lock remained unmoved, his footsteps toward him never stopping!
The tap-tap-tap of footsteps sounded like the God of Death's summons... Until Lock was only seven steps away from Okamoto Reiichi, the previously submissive Okamoto Reiichi instantly changed his expression. His face turned fierce as he pulled a handgun from behind his back, pointed it at Lock's head, and pulled the trigger repeatedly without hesitation!
"Die! Die! Die!!"
Outside of seven steps, the gun is fast; within seven steps, the gun is fast and accurate!
This is the greatest Iaijutsu of this century!
Unless the opponent was Superman, Okamoto Reiichi didn't believe anyone could dodge his close-range American-style Iai!
While Lock wasn't Superman, he possessed super-reflexes comparable to Superman's!
As if he knew in advance that Okamoto Reiichi would fire and where he would fire, Lock's head just tilted a few times slightly, accurately dodging all of Okamoto Reiichi's headshot lines!
"Nani?!"
Okamoto Reiichi's eyes widened instantly, unable to believe that someone could actually dodge bullets, especially rapid-fire at close range!
But before he could change magazines, he felt his neck tighten, and he was lifted into the air!
Okamoto Reiichi immediately tried to raise his hand to smash the gun against Lock's head, but as soon as he raised it, his hand holding the gun was gripped by Lock's other hand along with the weapon.
Crack-crunch—
Amidst a sound that was painful to hear, the handgun in Okamoto Reiichi's hand, along with his palm, was violently crushed together by Lock, metal, and flesh fusing!
"Aaaaah! Baka! It hurts so much! How dare you do this to me, you bastard! I am Okamoto Reiichi of The Hand!"
They say the five fingers are connected to the heart.
One can imagine how painful it must be to have an entire palm crushed into pulp. The pain caused Okamoto Reiichi to forget his fear of Lock temporarily, and he subconsciously shouted curses!
But soon, Okamoto Reiichi couldn't shout anymore... because a palm stained with his own flesh and blood suddenly gripped his cheek, bringing his curses to an abrupt halt!
"I was wrong, spare me, I'll give you anything..."
Having been physically silenced by Lock, Okamoto Reiichi finally remembered that his life was still in the other's hands, and his eyes filled with terror once more.
He immediately changed his face again and began to beg Lock for mercy, but because his cheeks were being pinched, he could only make muffled, indistinct sounds.
Facing Okamoto Reiichi's plea for mercy, Lock chuckled: "You're really willing to give me anything? Then lend me that urinal-like head of yours for a bit. I'm sure you won't mind, right?"
"Ah?"
Okamoto Reiichi was dazed, but before he could react, he felt his neck tighten,n and his body lighten... The next moment, he actually saw his own body fall to the ground!
Nani? Why would his body fall to the ground?
And why was there only a body and no head? Where was his head?
It was truly baffling... Ten minutes later.
Fisk Tower.
Ding—
Kingpin's exclusive elevator stopped at the top floor of Fisk Tower.
But when the elevator doors opened, the person who stepped out wasn't New York's underworld emperor, Kingpin, but Lock, who had just slaughtered the entire Neon Gang.
In Lock's hand, he was carrying Okamoto Reiichi's head, which still had its eyes wide open in death. The blood flowing from the severed neck had already stained the entire floor of the elevator red!
As Lock stepped out of the elevator, the spine still attached to Okamoto Reiichi's head dragged a conspicuous bloody trail across Kingpin's luxurious carpet!
Seeing this scene, which violated Fisk Tower's hygiene laws, Kingpin's secretaries and security personnel on the top floor didn't stop him. Instead, they all lowered their heads, not daring to steal a single glance at that bloodthirsty figure.
It was as if their heads would explode if they looked even once... Lock ignored the two guards at the door who were sweating profusely with their heads bowed and kicked open the door to Kingpin's office, walking in.
Inside Kingpin's office at this moment, two figures were present, one standing and one sitting.
Sitting was Kingpin, wearing a white suit, also over two meters tall, with a physique so muscular he didn't look human.
Standing was Bullseye, wearing a black suit, with standard blond hair and blue eyes, and a gloomy expression.
Seeing Lock walk in carrying Okamoto Reiichi's head, Kingpin wasn't angry. Instead, a warm smile appeared on his face as he stood up to greet him:
"Oh, look who's home. It's my best partner, my dearest friend Lock!"
"But why bring back the mission target's head? Does your Uncle Fisk not trust you?"
Lock threw Okamoto Reiichi's head at Kingpin's feet, glanced at Kingpin, and said calmly:
"It has nothing to do with whether you trust me or not. This is a hitman's professional ethics. Transfer the money to my Black Card as usual. I'm using your bathroom."
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