Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 84, Section 022: The Calamity of the Azure Sky

Before Longma could understand what everyone was doing, Gluttony had already dragged him into the car.

Let's boldly split up and act separately.

One group consists of Longma, Arrogance, and Wrath, while the other four form a separate group.

This represents a relatively even distribution of combat strength between the two sides, meaning that even if they encounter a trap, they will still have the ability to fight again.

He remained silent throughout his furious outburst.

Arrogance also prevents him from speaking up.

Just as Ryoma was feeling awkward, Furious suddenly said, "Arrogance, do you remember my weakness?"

The woman in the passenger seat frowned, but still nodded.

His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly in a fit of rage, flames seemed to burn in his eyes, but his face remained calm and resolute: "If you really reach that critical point, then abandon me."

You Donglongma clearly felt that the arrogant man in the passenger seat suddenly stiffened.

After that, the woman remained silent and offered no further response.

As Ryoma overheard their conversation, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Through the rearview mirror, he saw the man's eyes in the driver's seat. For some reason, Ryoma felt that the man's furious gaze was very distant, as if he could see an endless highway of fire through his pupils.

The shadows of cars on both sides kept receding, and the city's shops and pedestrians were reflected in the glass, like a shadow play, where the old sinks and the new rises.

A man driving a car is like a long sword, cutting through the traffic with unstoppable momentum.

……

Kira Hotel.

The Qingtian Gang's stronghold started with the hotel industry and, to some extent, imitated the business model of the Ranshan Hall.

Before the receptionist could even say "Welcome," a cold knife was pressed against her fair neck.

"Ah..." Her face paled, and she forced herself to swallow the fear in her throat as a figure appeared behind her.

"Call your gang leader out." The arrogant voice was cold and stern.

The others reacted immediately, banging on the alarm, footsteps echoed, and people poured out of the building from all four directions.

"Who is it!" The young man walking towards us had a fierce look on his face. He was carrying a military knife, and when he raised his hand, the back of his hand was pressed against his lips, and you could feel the vibration of his breath on his skin. "You've got some nerve."

A dragon-horse, seemingly enraged, slowly entered through the gate.

The young man caught a glimpse of the long-haired woman behind the reception desk, with taut white cloth wrapped around her neck. He instantly fell silent, even his hand holding the knife shakily.

Tani Taro composed himself and exclaimed, "Lord Arrogance, what do you mean by this?"

"Call your gang leader out." The arrogant voice remained flat.

Gu Taro had a few beads of sweat on his forehead. He gritted his teeth and said, "I'm sorry, sir, Chief Guan is not here today. If you have anything to say, please ask me to pass it on to him."

"Thump thump thump." Amidst the chaotic footsteps, more and more gang members filed out.

"Get your gang leader out here. There's a case we need his cooperation in investigating."

Tani Taro's expression slowly turned gloomy.

"Sir, our leader is indeed not here. If you would like, I will serve you tea and wait for his return..."

In the blink of an eye, Arrogance had disappeared from behind the receptionist. Almost in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Tani Taro, his short curved blade extending along his arm, pointing directly at his nose: "If you remain stubborn, you will die."

The rescued receptionist collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

Tani Taro reached into his pocket to pull out his gun, but his hand froze in place, completely out of his control.

The disparity in strength was too great; there was absolutely no room for resistance.

Even with so many people present and countless gun barrels pointed at her, the outcome was still a foregone conclusion.

The atmosphere grew increasingly cold.

The furious man stood with his arms crossed, observing coldly, while Ryoma was also somewhat nervous. This tense atmosphere, with the cold black metal gun barrels all pointed at him, was far more dangerous than the bar.

He arrogantly replied, "The third floor."

Having said that, she ignored Tani Taro's attempt to stop her and headed straight for the stairs.

In a moment of panic, Tani Taro shouted, "Stop her!"

Many submachine guns appeared from inconspicuous corners, and men in black suits and business shirts were firing wildly at the submachine guns.

The metallic bullets grazed the tips of Arrogant's hair, their trajectories transforming into semi-transparent straight lines in Arrogant's world, their black and white colors clearly distinct.

All the firepower on site was poured into the direction of the arrogant movement.

The floor was pierced, the sound of granite being drowned out by the roar of gunfire, wooden items were smashed, and all the surrounding decorations fell to the ground in scattered pieces.

The fierce firepower left no blind spots, and everything was shattered to pieces.

In their vision, only the woman's graceful steps created a play of light and shadow; it seemed she hadn't even taken a step, yet it also seemed she had already gone far away, a series of afterimages appearing and disappearing.

Not a single bullet hit!

In their panic, they unconsciously unleashed even more firepower.

Longma's side was also under fire, and in a fit of rage, he stepped in front of him and stared at the muzzle of the submachine gun.

The man's powerful voice was as rough as a bear's, and the roaring sound instantly drowned out the clanging of gunshots.

Flames erupted without warning, like a fountain gushing from the ground, with columns of fire stretching into a continuous curtain. All the bullets that entered the flames were like faint ripples on a calm surface of water, yet even the force of the bullets could not penetrate them.

As the man roared, the members of the Qingtian Gang noticed that their guns were obviously overheating. While they hesitated and stopped firing, their guns suddenly exploded, with one bang after another. Before they could even be surprised, the muzzles of the guns began to melt and deform from the heat.

"Ah!" With a cry of surprise, they involuntarily threw away their weapons, even the knives on their bodies were affected. Just as they drew their knives, they found that half of the blade had melted and softened. Halfway through the stroke, the blades drooped limply.

The dragon horse was so frightened by the furious aura that it kept retreating, only able to barely block the scorching heat by raising its hand to shield its face.

The robust man was like a lion, head held high, roaring with bloodlust. The dragon-horse could not see him, his furious eyes were already bloodshot. With a single roar, the glass of the nearby counter shattered, and the raging flames seemed to come alive, swirling and spreading out.

In the instant it swept across, it devoured everyone it swept away.

An arrogant figure appeared, took a few steps back, pressed the back of the blade against one person's head, twisted his wrist, and swung out a short, curved blade, striking another person's forehead, sending him flying instantly.

Those who frantically dodged the flames were struck by Arrogance's kick and sent flying backwards, slamming against the wall. Another person who turned around was grabbed by the neck and thrown over the shoulder, landing headfirst on the floor with his legs hanging limply. Meanwhile, the Qing Tian Gang members who witnessed all of this trembled involuntarily as Arrogance twisted his hip and punched him squarely in the chest, knocking him unconscious.

Having witnessed everything, Tani Taro staggered towards the stairs.

With a roar, the dragon horse saw no further movement from the arrogant one. The rising pillar of fire surged forth, continuous and unending, the scorching flames engulfing the Qingtian Gang members.

The burned people cried out in agony, their skin color constantly changing until they were charred black in the crimson flames.

(End of this chapter)