Chapter 182 Underground War God
Silence fell over the stadium as the rain subsided, drizzling gently.
Brother Seven stared with his mouth agape, his umbrella forgotten. He blinked with wide pupils, as if waking from a dream.
It was true. Every single member of the Dragon Pride Syndicate were scattered across the battlefield, groaning and injured. Standing amidst that, seemingly untouched, was Paul Two.
He hadn't even broken a sweat.
While blindfolded, he had dismantled six hundred men.
A chill went down Brother Seven's spine.
'What kind of monster was this Paul Two?' Even the seven veteran leaders exchanged uneasy glances. They knew this wasn't just strength; it was apower that defied comprehension.
The Black Fox gang, too, stood frozen with pale faces. They had just witnessed a massacre from strength that bordered on the divine.
Seeing one man against six hundred was beyond his mind.
In that brief time, Elbert had become something bigger in their eyes.
Melissa stood beside him, her hand trembling as she held the umbrella. She had underestimated him, foolishly tried to protect him from a world he clearly transcended. Never again, she vowed silently. Never again would she doubt his power.
Elbert, meanwhile, stood calmly with his senses still attuned to the battlefield. His combat awareness, pushed to its limits, left him craving more.
Suddenly, a red dot flared on the sidelines, burning bright with killing intent.
Another one fluttered.
Meanwhile, a deafening crack split the night. Out of nowhere, a gunshot echoed through the stadium.
'An assassination's coming.'
The thought flashed through everyone's minds. Paul Two, invincible in hand-to-hand combat, was vulnerable to a bullet in the back.
However, Elbert didn't flinch; barely moving. With only a subtle tilt, the bullet whizzed past; missing him by a hair's breadth.
Then, he vanished.
One moment, he was there; the next, he was a blur, shifting through the drizzle. The onlookers blinked, their vision blurry with shock and disbelief.
Ten meters…
Twenty…
He reappeared beside the stands with a figure in black sprawled at his feet. The sniper, confused, stared down the barrel of his own rifle, unable to comprehend how he had missed. Or how this man appeared beside him in an instant.
"Looking for this?" Elbert plucked a metal playing card from the sniper's belt, his voice calm. "Consider this a parting gift."
Before the sniper could react, Elbert grabbed his belt and sprinted back onto the battlefield, dragging the man through the mud. He flung him aside before calmly removing the blindfold, his eyes scanning the stadium.
There were no red dots at all, which meant no more threats existed.
"Body metabolism rate: 100%," Robert's voice echoed in his mind.
"Your neural speed is remarkable," Robert continued with slight awe. "Time for an upgrade."
The onlookers, finally snapping back to reality, gasped. He had dodged a bullet; even capturing the shooter in the blink of an eye. Was this man even human?
Brother Seven's face was flushed with excitement, stumbling forward as he gripped a seat for support. "From this day forward," he declared, his voice trembling. "Wavehaven's underworld belongs to the Black Foxes!"
The other gang leaders felt a collective shiver. Thank heavens they hadn't thrown their lot in with the Dragon Pride and crossed the Black Foxes.
One by one, they sent their leaders to convey a message; very soon, they'd pay their respects to Mr. Paul Two in person.
The Black Fox gang erupted in cheers with pride. They had never witnessed such power and utter domination.
Melissa, her heart still pounding, was the first to recover. She moved gracefully over groaning bodies, holding the umbrella over Elbert.
The image was striking; a beautiful woman sheltering a conquering hero, surrounded by his vanquished foes. It was a scene of brutal beauty, a testament to his power.
"Melissa," Elbert said softly, "I did this for two reasons; to test myself, and to ensure no one ever disrespects you again."
Melissa smiled genuinely. "Mr. Paul Two, your kindness touches me. I hold no more grudges." She paused, her brow furrowing slightly. "But please, sir, don't tempt fate like this again. Even you have limits."
Elbert chuckled, shaking his head. "It's not over yet. Two cowards still haven't shown their faces."
"Mr. Paul," She insisted, gesturing toward the stands, "The Black Foxes have secured their victory. Listen."
Brother Seven's voice boomed across the stadium. "Today, the Black Foxes and the Dragon Pride Syndicate met in battle, with theBlack Foxes emerging victorious! There is no doubt: they're the rulers of Wavehaven! Moreover, Mr. Paul is a true warrior!"
Cheers erupted, echoing Brother Seven's declaration. The gang leaders also nodded their agreement.
The Black Fox gang yelled in approval, their earlier terror forgotten.
Only Midnight, abandoned by his comrades, remained. He cried out for someone, anyone, to save him from this nightmare.
However, his pleas fell on deaf ears.
That night, Paul Two's legend was born. His name, whispered in awe and fear, spread like wildfire through the underworld. The tale of the blindfolded warrior, facing down six hundred men, sent shivers down the spines of even the strongest criminals.
He became known as the "Street God of War."
Young gangsters idolized him, training fiercely in hopes of one day achieving his level of mastery. Smaller gangs scrambled for protection, pledging their allegiance to the Black Foxes.
Word of the battle, and the mysterious Paul Two, eventually reached the authorities.
Leonard was sipping his morning coffee, staring at the report in disbelief.
'One man against six hundred? Blindfolded? Dodging bullets like a ghost?' he gaped.
To him, It sounded like a scene from a ludicrous action film. Even a cyborg wouldn't be capable of such feats.
"Any footage?" he asked his subordinate, his voice laced with disbelief.
"Strangely, sir, all cameras in the vicinity malfunctioned during the fight. Also," the officer continued with furrowed brows, "While the other gangsters sustained only injuries, one fatality was reported. According to our intel. it was an international assassin."
Leonard's coffee mug slipped from his grasp, shattering against the floor.
'Missing footage. An international hitman.'
'It all pointed to one person; Elbert.'
He quickly figured out everything.
'What's he getting himself into now?' he questioned himself.
"Get the car ready," Leonard barked apprehensively. "Now."
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