I am the devil, I only know how to trade.

I'm so kind!

Yes, you also have an adoptive mother. Right now, the police are watching me, so I can't make a move. But when they leave... I'll make sure you die a horrible death!

He stood there quietly, holding a glass of red wine, and took a small sip.

Look, I will always be the superior person, while you are nothing!

Two policemen rushed towards Nakagaki Wataru; they were trained and their skills were certainly not bad.

He had simply tucked his crossbow into his waistband, with no intention of using it.

Because his crossbow was not loaded with arrows, the two policemen did not draw their guns immediately.

Judging from this, they want to engage in close combat.

Although Nakagaki Wataru endured years of hardship and had been training since childhood, it still couldn't compare to a professional...

"Pfft...Are you kidding me?" The blond man clutched his stomach, pointing at the young man below: "They were subdued in no time!"

As a result, something strange happened.

Even though Nakagaki Wataru was apprehended by the police, his arm was bent at a bizarre angle, an angle that no human could bend.

He punched both police officers twice.

He knew that if he wanted revenge, he had to cross this line of defense!

Click!

Although one policeman didn't react in time, he immediately handcuffed Nakagaki Wataru.

After handcuffing him, the two policemen kicked and beat him wildly for a full minute, only stopping when they thought he had lost consciousness.

"Wait, wasn't there blood in his stomach from the beginning?" The blond-haired man suddenly thought of something.

Before he could finish his thought, something terrifying happened.

That person, who should have fainted while being dragged away by the police, actually opened his eyes again and kicked someone to the ground.

Then, he actually pulled his hands out of the handcuffs, the skin and flesh on them were scraped off, but he acted as if nothing had happened.

The other policeman was momentarily stunned. He had never imagined that someone beaten like that would still be able to move. It was illogical!

He was shot earlier, so how did he end up here? Why does he look like a normal person except for his pale face?

Could it be some kind of genetically mutated human? Or a ghost?

He's already dead, and he's become a ghost to seek revenge?

It's no wonder the police thought that way. Nakagaki Wataru looked completely lifeless. They beat him for a long time and he was fine. He looked like a monster!

Before the police officer could react, Nakagaki Wataru did. He swung his hand back and struck the officer on the back of the neck, then delivered a knee strike, knocking him to the ground.

The two policemen did not lose consciousness and continued to struggle with him.

No matter how they hit him, this guy seemed to feel no pain or die, frantically attacking the two policemen, but they avoided vital points.

When the other two policemen arrived, the two men he was fighting with had already been knocked unconscious.

There's nothing we can do; even if someone has trained, what can they do?

Nakagaki Wataru's strength did not weaken over time, and he did not seem to feel any pain from the attack, just like a zombie!

Let alone ordinary people, even experts have limited physical strength. To take down a group of people, one needs not only superb skills, but also sufficient strength and stamina.

Without sufficient strength and stamina, no matter how good your skills are, how many can you defeat? People get tired!

Nakagaki Wataru seemed tireless; his clothes were tattered, and his body was covered in various wounds.

Strangely, those wounds didn't bleed, as if they hadn't been injured at all.

boom!

The golden retriever heard the most pleasant sound it could hear—it was a gunshot!

Hmph, don't forget, this time the police are on a gun-wielding mission. They have the right to shoot and kill someone like you.

The policeman's gun was very accurate, or rather, he was firing from a stationary position, while Nakagaki Wataru did not seem to be moving much.

The shot didn't hit his head, but rather his shoulder, seemingly intended to incapacitate him.

He was indeed shot, but he didn't care and kept walking towards the two policemen step by step!

…………

In the distance, Luo Feng and Yukino stood atop a tall building, quietly observing Nakagaki Wataru as he fought.

"That blond guy seems to be on the verge of a breakdown," Yukino murmured.

"Do you know how to make someone despair? It's not about slitting their throat, but about when fear slowly creeps in and you're powerless to stop it," Luo Feng said softly.

"You might as well just give me a quick death."

"Exhilarating? No, what I want is that kind of despair." Luo Feng's squinty eyes widened slightly: "That guy hasn't felt despair yet. This is the sense of security that guns and numbers give him. When this sense of security is gradually taken away, he will experience despair."

"What kind of monster did you create? It's unharmed even after being attacked like this?"

“Actually… he’s already dead.” Luo Feng’s calm voice rang in Yukino’s ears: “He died when he left my izakaya.”

"Dead?" Yukino's eyes widened.

“Hmm.” Luo Feng opened his arms as if to embrace the entire night: “But, at this moment, he is living a completely real life.”

Chapter 090 Relief

"Won't this put psychological pressure not only on that person, but also on others?" Yukino's gaze was somewhat complicated. "If I hadn't already met you, I don't know what I would have done if something like this happened."

"Aren't they all professionally trained?" Luo Feng said casually.

"But they're just ordinary people. Even if they've received training, all they've ever done is fight. He..."

“He’s still a human being. I’m just letting his will drive his actions.” Luo Feng smiled and patted Yukino Yukinoshita’s shoulder. “Let’s leave their psychological problems to professional psychologists.”

To others, today will seem like a dream. The pain will still be there, but they will forget the unkillable monster, and their memories will automatically replace him with a master.

When Nakagaki Wataru signed the contract, he agreed that he did not want to hurt others.

Luo Feng didn't care about such a small matter; it was just something he did casually.

In any case, their despair at that moment was real, and even if they eliminated their psychological trauma, they also gained pleasure.

Luo Feng sat on the edge of the building, put his arm around Yukino's shoulder, and wanted her to lean on him, but Yukino refused.

Luo Feng snorted, grabbed her head, and forcefully pressed it onto his shoulder.

Yukino sighed.

My mother really made a good contract with herself.

Speaking of which, why am I starting to feel a subtle sense of accustomed to Luo Feng's domineering attitude...?

…………

"A monster! What kind of monster is this?!"

As Nakagaki Wataru approached step by step, even the two policemen, with their strong mental fortitude, found it hard to accept.

bang, bang, bang...

Bullets whistled toward Nakagaki Wataru.

The two men were using M60 Sakura revolvers, which didn't have many bullets and ran out quickly.

Nakagaki Wataru was shot in the head, heart, and neck, and also took many bullet wounds.

At that distance, he wasn't wearing a bulletproof vest, so the bullets only created some bloody holes.

"Get out of the way." Nakagaki Wataru stepped forward, while the two policemen stepped back.

They can only deal with humans, not these monsters!

A ghost! This guy must be a ghost!

He died while being pursued, and his spirit came to claim his life!

Onmyoji? Yes, aren't there Onmyoji in Tokyo? Quickly find one to exorcise the evil spirits!

No, we can't back out any further, or we'll end up inside the villa.

The two men gritted their teeth, drew their batons, and one of them swung it at Nakagaki Wataru.

boom!

Nakagaki Wataru neither dodged nor avoided the blow, letting the stick hit him on the head.

Then, he punched the other person in the face!

boom!

The police officer was thrown backwards.

Seeing this, the other officer dropped his baton, trembled, and dared not move forward.

After all, they are Japanese police officers. Even if some of them have been promoted, not all of them would dare to confront this monster-like guy!

What good is a cheap pistol at this point? You need rocket launchers and missiles!

The policeman watched helplessly as Nakagaki Wataru walked past him, then plopped down on the ground.

The golden retriever was already too weak to stand up there.

He wanted to escape, but he couldn't. He felt his limbs had lost their strength, and he felt he could no longer move.

"Hey, hey, quick, stop him for me!"

He picked up the walkie-talkie with a look of utter despair and yelled into it.

Unfortunately, the security guards here were all his cronies, his lackeys, none of them even had any experience in the underworld, only knew how to flatter and fawn. How could they dare to step forward at this time? They had already run away through the back door.

Golden Retriever is a good-for-nothing. His money, his sense of superiority, his abilities, everything he has is because he was born into a good family.

He only realized how vulnerable he was when danger truly struck.

"Call the police, yes, call the police." He hurriedly took out his phone, but he couldn't even hold it properly and it fell to the ground.

Snap, snap, snap...