He's a crossover character in anime/manga, and basically just very despicable.

He nodded repeatedly.

"Such intense evil, and without a shred of remorse, for him, committing evil was no different from eating and drinking..."

"Now we understand why you believe he has the qualities to become a lord..."

"It's like a dark wind blowing through the abyss..."

"It's such a pity that this child is human..."

"Look, look, look! He seems to have found the core!"

At this moment, Kurosaki Azami had already entered the manager's office.

Behind the desk was not a chair, but a headless brass statue with bat wings.

The statue holds aloft a deep purple orb of light.

"That's the core of the defense!"

Lucifer said this to Azami Kurosaki.

"Next, we'll destroy it, but I must remind you, the murderous monkeys in front were merely the sins of others."

And what you will soon have to face is your own sin.

"I understand."

The Crimson King wielded his palm like a blade, reaching for the core in the statue's hand—

P.S.: The author is currently preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination interview and will have very little time to update.

There's no way around it, law is hard to learn.

However, I can guarantee that as long as I pass the preliminary test and as long as everyone is still willing to support me, unless my health is really not good, I will never stop updating and I will never abandon the project!

Chapter 34 KING OF CRIME

The Crimson King's hand strike slammed heavily towards the defensive core—

"No! Wait a minute!"

Suddenly, Kurosaki Azami found himself in complete darkness.

There was a series of footprints on the ground emitting a pale white light, seemingly guiding Kurosaki Azami.

The sound seemed to be coming from somewhere in front of us.

Kurosaki Azami slowly walked forward.

"You can't kill me! Azami Kurosaki!"

A well-dressed but disheveled middle-aged man knelt on the ground, wailing.

"I'm your own uncle! I'm your father's own brother!"

"Would you rather trust a stranger of unknown origin than trust me?!"

"It's so noisy..."

In front of this man, a fourteen-year-old black-haired boy sat in a genuine leather executive chair, his still-childish face devoid of any expression.

"Endor, Afu, send him on his way, don't let him suffer too much..."

"Understood, boss!"

A puddle of water quickly flowed toward the middle-aged man whose expression had turned frantic.

“Kurosaki Azami! Kurosaki Azami! Kurosaki… Azami…”

Kicking aside the head that had rolled to the ground, its eyes wide open in death, fourteen-year-old Kurosaki Azami coldly asked:

"When will we be able to acquire all of Kurosaki Fumikazu's shares?"

"We should be able to finish collecting them by tomorrow at the earliest, boss!"

"Very good, now Kurosaki Technology is completely under my control..."

"By the way, could you please have someone clean this place up and spray some air freshener?"

Oh, so it's that old grudge from three years ago.

Kurosaki Azami nodded, preparing to continue forward—

"So, Mr. Murderer, what do you have to say?"

A small, sinister voice, as cold as a venomous snake, echoed in Kurosaki Azami's mind.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot. According to Japanese law, you were only fourteen years old at the time, so you wouldn't even be charged with 'instigating others to commit a crime'."

"Should we continue, Kurosaki-kun...?"

"Malak!!!"

Lucifer in the hall immediately stood up.

"This defensive core contains fragments of Malak's own soul!"

"It seems to be a precautionary measure taken in advance to enhance the effect of infiltrating the enemy's mind..."

The super cool devil, wearing sunglasses and a trench coat, murmured to himself.

"Even if this kid's mental strength far surpasses that of ordinary people, he is still a human being after all,"

"I wonder if Malak can withstand the mental shock..."

My head hurts so much, I guess I drank too much again...

Clutching a bottle of vodka, the short-haired devil rubbed his head, looking irritable.

"Look, look, look! That human has kept moving forward!"

Unlike other demons, the three younger-looking demons with dog ears instead of beast horns pointed in unison to the image playing on the crystal ball.

"Quiet down, Cerberus!"

----------------at the same time-------------------

"King Crimson!"

This time it wasn't the current Kurosaki Azami who shouted it.

A more mature-looking Kurosaki Azami, with a cold expression, plunged the Crimson King's hand chop into the chest of the burly man in front of him, even twisting it a couple of times to ensure the internal organs were completely shattered before withdrawing her hand.

"Why...why!"

Behind the burly man, the trembling voice of the thin man and the pungent smell of urine emanated towards Kurosaki Azami.

"Why? I'd like to ask you that too."

Any gangster with a brain knows the consequences of daring to traffic people on 'Passion Organization's' territory.

Before him, the black-haired demon, adorned with the Crimson King, spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world: "The sun rises in the east."

"Just...just for something like this! This is our first time doing this kind of business!"

The thin man spat out saliva like a machine gun.

"You have so many missing people to rescue, why are you bothering us poor folks?"

"very noisy."

Another chop to the neck silenced the thin man forever.

Malak's voice rang out again:

"Look, is this what you call justice?"

"How ridiculous, they can't even guarantee whether their own actions are right or wrong..."

Kurosaki Azami remained silent and continued forward.

Further ahead, the scale of the operation increased significantly.

Sixteen-year-old Kurosaki Azami stood in a warehouse, with Mista, Fugo, Risotto, and others behind him.

"Please...please...let me go...I can't take it anymore..."

Even thinner than the previous frail man, skin and bones, with sunken eyes, a man more frightening than a demon in a horror movie was tied up and thrown on the ground.

Kurosaki Azami extends her hand:

"Mista, did you bring Mesa?"

"Yes, I brought them. There are three in total."

Methadone, an oral medication used to alleviate drug addiction, is commonly used in drug rehabilitation centers in China.

"No, I don't want that!"

"That wasn't exciting at all!"

"I need a shot! I need..."

"Quiet down! You scum! Listen to the boss!"

Mista kicked the man in the head.

"It's only Mesadon, don't want anything else."

"You are not qualified to bargain with me."

Kurosaki Azami's words, like a venomous snake, slithered into the man's heart, elegant yet dangerous:

"If you tell me where the rest of the drug dealers are, I can not only give you Mesad, but I might also consider letting you go..."

"Really?

"I, Kurosaki Azami, never lie."

"Think it over carefully. My men have already gone to investigate. If you don't speak up before they find out, then I'll have no choice but to feed you to the fish."

But even if you can save my people just one minute of their time, I'll give you as many Mysapons as you want...

"It's in that grove of trees about 5 kilometers to the southwest! That's our outpost! The code is to knock on the door! Three short knocks followed by two long knocks!"

“Very good, Risotto, go and inform the search team.”