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Chapter 315 How can the power gained through shortcuts compare to the power I earned with sweat and effort?

Frank didn't care at all; with the katana still stuck in his stomach, he simply stood up.

He glanced at Du Mu and said, "Thanks."

Du Mu waved his hand and asked, "Why are the ninjas from the Helpers Association chasing you?"

Frank paused for a few seconds, then, feeling there was nothing to hide, spoke up: "Because I discovered their secret."

"What secret?" Du Mu pressed.

Frank's voice was cold: "They built an altar underground in New York."

"An altar?" Matt frowned deeply.

Frank nodded grimly, his tone revealing a barely concealed ruthlessness: "That's right, those bastards bought a group of suitable people from the mob and used the blood of living people to complete their so-called sacrificial ritual."

Du Mu asked with some curiosity, "To whom did they offer sacrifices?"

Frank said, "Something called a beast."

"It's a beast?"

Matt was taken aback.

Du Mu turned to look at Matt, surprised, and asked, "You know about this?"

Matt nodded, his tone quite serious: "I know a little. My teacher, Stick, mentioned it before. It's an evil god worshipped by the Hand. It's said to be extremely powerful, capable of granting humans unparalleled strength. The Hand also calls those who can carry beasts 'Black Void,' and whoever becomes Black Void can become the leader of the Hand."

Upon hearing this, Du Mu stroked his chin: "So, the reason those Hand ninjas were able to revive is entirely because of this beast?"

He didn't doubt the existence of this beast; the fact that the Hand ninjas could be resurrected was living proof of it.

One can be killed and another can rise up; even if the body is smashed to pieces, it can still be resurrected. Such powerful abilities can probably only be explained by so-called evil gods.

If that's the case, then this beast is indeed not simple.

In his memory, only Hela seemed to be able to resurrect the dead. If Wanda's chaos magic were cultivated to a certain level, she might be able to do it too.

In short, none of the characters associated with resurrection are simple.

Frank said fiercely, "I don't care what it is, as long as it's guilty, it must die!"

He wasn't afraid of any evil gods at all.

For him, all his fear stemmed from insufficient firepower. He would go back and prepare properly, bring enough ammunition, and make that evil god taste what metal poisoning felt like.

Du Mu asked, "Did you see that altar with your own eyes?"

Frank shook his head: "No, I found out by accident. I was just about to investigate when those bastards found out."

"Looks like I'll have to ask someone inside the Hand, but how do I get them out of there?"

Du Mu pondered for a moment, then suddenly looked at Matt and Frank: "Hey, are you two wanted by the Hand?"

Matt, still confused, nodded: "Yes, there is. What's wrong?"

It's common for these street heroes to be wanted, after all, they've ruined the businesses of many underworld organizations, and those gang leaders wish they were dead. Almost every gang has a bounty on their heads.

Du Mu chuckled: "I can tie you up and go to the Hand to collect the bounty, to lure the snake out of its hole."

Matt was stunned: "Will this work?"

Du Mu nodded affirmatively: "Of course, I've had a bounty on my head before. They would kidnap me to exchange me for money, and then I would run away and pull off several heists, making a little money."

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You can play it like this?

Matt shook his head: "No, we were just rescued by you, and now we're being captured again. They'll definitely get suspicious."

"Too."

Du Mu nodded, acknowledging his oversight.

Unexpectedly, Matt suddenly added, "But I have a friend, cough cough, to be precise, my ex-girlfriend, who happens to be wanted by the Hand."

In a hidden, abandoned factory in New York.

The two fingers of the Hand Association, Mrs. Taka and Murakami, are now standing face to face.

"Murakami, what brings you here this time?" Madam Gao asked coldly.

Murakami smiled broadly: "Mrs. Gao, I've caught Erica."

"Oh?"

Madam Gao's expression softened somewhat: "How did you catch him?"

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Murakami laughed and said, "I put up a high bounty on the dark web, someone took the job and caught her, and she's on her way now."

Madam Gao was not pleased to hear this; instead, she stared at Murakami with suspicion: "Are you sure things won't go wrong like last time?"

Du Mu had previously swindled a considerable amount of bounty money from them, making them a laughingstock.

Mrs. Gao is alright, but Murakami, the person directly involved, has seen his status within the Hand plummet, and they are all traumatized by this kind of thing.

"Won't."

Murakami immediately shook his head: "Don't worry, there's only one person on the other side this time. He calls himself Deadpool and is a mercenary. I've also increased our manpower and equipment. Even if something unexpected happens, we can handle it."

Mrs. Gao was slightly relieved after hearing this: "That's good. Erica is very important to us. She is the most suitable candidate for Black Sky. As long as we capture her, Alexandra will definitely be very satisfied. At that time, your status will be restored, or even higher."

"Hi!"

Murakami was overjoyed and declared, "If anything goes wrong this time, I will commit seppuku to atone for my sins!"

Soon, footsteps could be heard outside the abandoned factory.

A figure dressed in a red uniform, fully armed, and wearing a panda-eye mask walked in, carrying a woman on his shoulder—it was Erica.

Murakami went up to him and asked, "You're Deadpool?"

The man nodded: "That's right, I am Deadpool. This is the person you wanted, and I've brought him."

Murakami glanced at Erica on his shoulder and, noticing she seemed to be unconscious, asked curiously, "How did you manage to catch her?"

The man chuckled and said, "I posted a low reward on another website, and someone took the job and caught her."

Murakami:

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Wait, can this job really be outsourced?!

The man urged, "Pay the reward first, then I'll hand the person over to you."

Murakami nodded and took out his phone to operate it a few times.

Then, the person received a message to transfer the money.

He laughed and said, "Great, here you go."

As soon as he finished speaking, he threw Erica, who was on his shoulder, at Murakami.

The villagers instinctively reached out to take it.

Just as Erica flew into the air, she suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze sharp as a knife. With a sudden burst of strength from her waist, a long leg swept hard across Murakami's face with a powerful gust of wind.

Murakami had no time to react. He was kicked in the face and flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground and sliding several meters away. Blood immediately seeped from the corner of his mouth.

"you--!"

Madam Gao was startled and looked at the two of them warily.

At this moment, Deadpool's disguise gradually faded, revealing his true appearance.

He grinned and greeted us with a smile, "Long time no see!"

This Deadpool was actually Du Mu in disguise.

He specifically sought help from Matt's ex-girlfriend, Erica, in an attempt to lure the Hands members out.

Erica was also fed up with the Hand's pursuit lately, as they were constantly causing her trouble, so she finally agreed to cooperate with Du Mu.

"It's you again, you bastard, causing trouble!"

Murakami struggled to his feet, and the sight of Du Mu's face ignited his fury.

To his utter surprise, Du Mu had changed his tactics this time. Instead of pretending to be captured to scam the bounty, he disguised himself as a mercenary and teamed up with Erica to trick him.

He fell for the same trap again and again.

They really think he's someone who lives a simple life, and they're really messing with him!

Madam Gao was speechless, and glared at Murakami: "Murakami, you should prepare to commit seppuku."

Murakami:

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Oh no, he got carried away and made some overly confident statements.

Murakami, wanting to redeem himself, pointed at Du Mu and Erica and ordered sternly, "Kill this guy! Leave the woman alive!"

As he finished speaking, one by one, black-clad ninjas emerged from the dark corners of the factory.

Their footsteps were light and silent, each holding a sharp samurai sword whose blades gleamed coldly in the dim light. Without a word, they charged towards Du Mu and Erica.

Da da da da da da—!

Du Mu stood still, when suddenly a burst of gunfire rang out outside the factory.

Frank, wearing a black shirt with a white skull printed on it, held a machine gun in both hands and unleashed a barrage of fire at the charging ninja army.

Whoosh!

The factory's glass window was suddenly smashed, and Matt jumped in through the window.

After landing, he rolled to dissipate the impact, then casually pulled out two short red sticks and smashed them down on the nearest ninja.

Seeing this, Murakami and Mrs. Taka realized they had fallen into a trap.

"These evil superheroes are really, really bad!"

Murakami was so angry that he cursed loudly, his face turning ashen.

He couldn't understand why it shouldn't scheming and plotting be the prerogative of the villains.

Why is it that they always fall into other people's traps?

Madam Gao's expression also darkened, and she coldly retorted, "Shut up! You shameful wretch! You people in your little family are truly unreliable!"

Murakami's face flushed red from the insults, but he couldn't refute them. He could only grit his teeth and yell at the ninja beside him, "Hold back! Kill everyone except that woman! Let them know the consequences of offending the Hand!"

Upon receiving the order, the ninjas' eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and their attack became even more ferocious.

Even if hit by Frank's machine gun, he could quickly get back up, his wounds healing rapidly at a visible speed, and he would throw himself back into the battle.

Several ninjas broke through Frank's barrage of fire, rushed in front of Du Mu, raised their katana, and slashed fiercely at his head.

Click!

A burst of white light erupted from Du Mu's body, and the samurai swords that came slashing at him broke into several pieces the moment they touched his head, without even hurting a single hair on his head.

He reached out and grabbed the head of the ninja in front, lifting him up like a basketball no matter how much he struggled. He then snatched the ninja away from Murakami and Mrs. Taka.

The ninja's body flew towards the two like a cannonball, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind.

Murakami and Mrs. Taka sensed danger and quickly dodged to the sides, barely avoiding the attack.

boom!!

With a loud crash, the ninja slammed into the wall and became embedded in it, forming a three-dimensional mural.

Before the two could even catch their breath, a second, a third, a fourth... one ninja after another was used as human cannonballs by Du Mu and hurled at them one after another.

What the hell is this monster? It's treating people like balls!?

Murakami and Mrs. Taka were terrified, dodging and weaving desperately, barely managing to catch their breath.

They were all quite skilled, especially Madam Gao. Although she used a cane, she moved as lightly as a swallow, tumbling and leaping about, not at all like someone of her age.

But Du Mu threw out ninjas faster and more frequently, making it increasingly difficult for them to dodge.

Finally, Murakami couldn't dodge in time and was hit hard in the chest by a flying ninja. He was sent flying like he was hit by an out-of-control truck and crashed heavily into the wall.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling as if his internal organs had shifted, and his whole body convulsed in pain.

"You...bastard!"

Veins bulged on Murakami's face, and a chilling black aura suddenly emanated from his body, quickly enveloping him.

He slowly climbed down the wall, his bones cracking as his injuries healed rapidly, and his eyes gradually turned pure black, without a trace of white, making him look extremely eerie.

Du Mu raised an eyebrow: "It can even transform?"

"This is the power bestowed by the beast."

Murakami felt incredibly strong at that moment, with inexhaustible strength, capable of easily killing a bull or horse with a single punch.

He glared fiercely at Du Mu, his eyes blazing with murderous intent: "You are doomed today! I will tear you to pieces!"

The next moment, he slammed his feet into the ground and charged forward at incredible speed, throwing a punch at Du Mu.

Bang!

With a muffled thud, Du Mu raised his palm and lightly caught Murakami's fist.

Murakami's expression froze instantly, his eyes widening in disbelief: "This...how is this possible!?"

Du Mu smiled dismissively: "How can your borrowed strength, obtained through trickery, compare to the strength I gain day after day through sweat and effort?"

As he spoke, he suddenly exerted force with his palm.

Click!

With a crisp cracking sound, Murakami's fist was crushed on the spot.

"Aaaaaah—!"

Murakami let out a heart-wrenching scream.

He never expected that despite his significant enhancements, he would be so utterly helpless against Du Mu.

Whoosh!

Just then, a sharp gust of wind suddenly attacked from the side.

Without even looking, Du Mu stretched out his other arm and precisely caught the cane that was coming at him.

The force transmitted was even greater than that of Murakami.

He turned his head and saw that it was Madam Gao.

"Is this the kind of person who needs to be offered a seat on public transport?" Du Mu remarked.

When Madam Gao saw that her sneak attack had failed, she twisted her wrist slightly, and a strange and powerful force came through her cane, which shook Du Mu's hand away.

Du Mu's eyelids twitched: "Is this kung fu?"

Madam Gao withdrew her cane, took a few steps back, and said with a smile in broken Chinese, "Young man, you have some discernment. I can tell you're from the East too. Actually, we don't need to fight. As the saying goes, 'Fellow countrymen meet...'"

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Du Mu casually replied, "Stabbed in the back?"

Mrs. Gao:

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