Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

The four were startled and turned their attention to the direction from which the sound came.

Just then, they saw four people walking towards them. It was Isaac and his group.

“I didn’t expect our target to come to us on its own initiative, and there’s also that bastard woman who escaped from us yesterday,” Stryker laughed, but he immediately became excited when he saw Marco.

"It's been a long time, Spas!"

“Shut up, Stryker. I am now Marco Adriano, an executive of the Cristiano family.”

"Tch, I didn't expect you to become so boring. Is it because of this woman...?"

He looked at Constance on the ground, only to find that the person who had been lying there had suddenly disappeared.

Constance is currently being carried by Isaac.

He casually untied the ropes binding her, and Constance, now free, pounced on Marco.

“Alright, we’ve rescued the person, so the first task is temporarily complete,” Isaac said. “Marco, take Ms. Lavo’s granddaughter and hurry back, run.”

“But, Mr. Isaac, it will be difficult for you to stay here alone…”

Do you want to take another punch?

"I'll leave now."

Marco didn't hesitate and prepared to leave the place with Constance.

"Damn it! Who gave you permission to leave!"

The girl, Sig, who was dressed somewhat provocatively, instantly became enraged and raised her long axe to chase after him.

However, halfway through the chase, he suddenly lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"how……"

She lay on the ground and sensed something was wrong. Turning around, she discovered that one of her legs had been severed. In an instant, intense pain surged through her brain like a tidal wave.

"Aaaaaaaahh ...

"Stop yelling, it's too noisy," Isaac said calmly.

He pulled a military knife from somewhere, dripping with blood.

The pupils of the remaining three people contracted slightly.

They didn't see when Isaac made his move, or even when he drew his sword.

Isaac walked up to Sig, squatted down, and asked, "Hey girl, could you please tell me who hired you? That's your only value."

"Damn it! Who's going to tell..."

Pfft!

As the blade pierced her body, she immediately lost the ability to speak, and her eyes gradually dimmed.

"I've already told you this is your only value. If you don't speak, you're truly worthless."

Isaac pulled out the knife, flicked off the blood, and looked at the three remaining people.

"You're the extermination squad, right? Aren't you a bit too confident to come to Yelkastum with just four people?"

"..."

They finally remembered Uranus's warning.

I originally thought Isaac was just a normal person, at most a little stronger, but I never expected him to be this strong.

The child, who had been as silent as an invisible person, suddenly pulled two hunting blades from his pocket and rushed towards Isaac.

He wanted to kill the enemy before he could react.

Before Isaac could make a move, Jin Zhe instantly appeared in front of him, grabbed the child's hunting blade with both hands, and threw him aside.

Before the boy could even think, Erica suddenly punched him in the head, knocking him to the ground.

The expulsion team originally consisted of four people, but now two have been reduced to two.

"You two can deal with that woman, I'll handle this one named Stryker."

After Isaac finished speaking, he walked towards the dark-skinned man.

"Hey hey hey! You bastard ruined my precious meeting with Spas!!"

"What's it to me, Sagara?"

"Sagara?"

“Excuse me, your voice sounds just like that new recruit in our organization,” Isaac chuckled. “Except he has a bright future ahead of him, while you’re nothing but an ant in a ditch.”

"Say it again if you dare!"

He roared and swung his fist at Isaac's cheek.

"I'll kill you first, then go find Spas..."

Bang!

"!"

The fist landed squarely on Isaac's face, but Isaac didn't budge, while Stryker's fist began to tremble slightly.

Chapter 572: We are a mob

“What exactly happened…you…” Stryker withdrew his trembling hand and frowned as he looked at Isaac.

If his punch had landed properly, it could have shattered a concrete wall, but now it had hit a person's face without leaving a trace. Instead, his hand was hurting from the recoil.

Undeterred, he threw another punch.

However, the result was the same.

"hateful……"

"Your fist is a bit weak, are you being coquettish?" Isaac grabbed his wrist and moved the fist away from his face. Stryker tried to break free but found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move it an inch.

Now he knew that Isaac was stronger than him, by a considerable margin.

Bang!

He punched Stryker in the face, sending him flying.

"Marco praised you to me before. Although I know that there's nothing to look forward to about your group of trash, it's still a bit too boring."

Beretta, who was standing nearby, saw Stryker being sent flying. She was about to speak when Jin Zhe kicked her in the head with a whip kick, causing her to lose her balance.

Isaac ignored the other side, walked over to Stryker who was lying on the ground, and grabbed his hair.

"Who hired you? Was it Uranus?"

"Who would tell you... shit..."

"Not bad, you have guts."

Click.

His neck was broken by Isaac, and he lay motionless on the ground, already confirmed dead.

"Stryker!"

Beretta, who was fighting Erica and Jin Zhe in the distance, saw Stryker lying on the ground with bloodshot eyes and ran towards Isaac while yelling.

"A meaningless act."

Isaac vanished from his spot in an instant, only to reappear behind Beretta a second later.

Beretta suddenly stopped and turned her head with difficulty to look at Isaac.

Pfft!

A large amount of blood gushed from her chest and splattered on the ground.

The four members of the expulsion team were all wiped out.

"It's ironic that my factory had to shut down for a whole day just to deal with these four." Isaac squatted over the corpses and began to search them, hoping to find some clues.

A short while later, he retrieved a photograph from Beretta's body; it was a picture of himself.

“Although I have a general idea that Uranus hired them, let’s analyze the fingerprints a little.” Isaac immediately dialed his subordinate’s number.

Not long after, several soldiers arrived at the abandoned factory, carried the man away, and took Isaac's photo with them for analysis.

These corpses are still somewhat useful to Isaac; the drug-resistant constitution allows him to consume stimulants without causing any physical reaction, and this kind of thing could be used to research super soldiers.

In other words, these four corpses are still worth dissecting.

Finally, Isaac dialed Luca's number.

"Uncle Luca, the crisis has been resolved."

Yerkastum has returned to its former glory.

This is how it should be...

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Of course, things are not that simple.

Although the expulsion team disappeared, the speeches given by the country's prime minister had still created a mob in Yıldırım.

They marched in the streets under the guise of national security, but in reality, they were justifying the harm to people of the twilight age.

"In the four markets surrounding Yerkastum... the conflict between the anti-Twilight race faction is intensifying."

"...At the same time...the persecution of the Twilight race is also on the rise."

"Body has been discovered in succession... Please be careful..."

The entire city descended into chaos once again.

The Cristiano family sent people to patrol the streets in an attempt to protect the Twilight race, but there were simply too many mobs, and even with the entire family mobilized, they could only protect a small portion of the population.

At Isaac's factory, a large number of civilians were gathered outside, and soldiers were pointing their guns at them with their hands on the triggers.

"Get out of this city!"

"It's because you protect the Twilight race that we live such a hard life!"

"Hand over the Twilight Race!!"