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Ruokou Lian subconsciously took a step back.

He gripped the pistol tightly, his palms seemed to be sweating, and he spoke loudly, as if to give himself some confidence.

"Of course! You're really fast, but no matter how fast you are, you can't be faster than a gun!"

"All I have to do is pull the trigger and you'll die right here!"

"Now, before I kill you and take the remaining two million yen, I just have one question for you!"

he asked loudly.

"Who the hell are you?"

Chapter 40 Only one kind of person will die——the stupid person

"You took a 5 million yen order and received a 3 million yen deposit, but you don't even know who you're going to kill?"

There was a rare hint of surprise in Nara Hikaru's voice.

This was the first time he had met someone who didn't know at whose hands he would die even when death was imminent.

"Is there anything I need to know? I just need to know that if I kill you, I'll have 5 million yen, that's enough!"

Ruokou Lian asked again.

"Tell me, who are you?"

"Since I'm about to receive two million yen, I'm in a pretty good mood. When you die, I'll put a plaque on your body so you don't have to know what name is engraved on it!"

He held the pistol firmly in his hand, his finger on the trigger.

He could pull the trigger at any time, letting the bullet rush out of the gun barrel, and the Roarer would take the life of the man in black in front of him.

As for the speed that the man in black had shown earlier? Oh, he was indeed very fast.

But no matter how fast a person is, he can never be faster than a gun or a bullet!

Therefore, if Koulian is sure that he is invincible, he can make sarcastic remarks in the manner of a victor.

Then, he felt his heart sink suddenly.

Because he heard an unexpected answer.

"If you must have a name, then I can tell you..."

"Everyone calls me half human, half ghost."

What? Half human, half ghost?

Ruokou Lian's pupils trembled, and his hand holding the pistol trembled a little.

He had heard of this title; it was an urban legend in the Beika Town area.

Half human, half ghost, the best gunslinger.

The underworld organizations in the Beika-cho area were either killed by this urban legend, or they moved to other areas of Tokyo out of fear of this urban legend. They would rather compete with other organizations for territory than confront the urban legend head-on.

It is said that the urban legend usually wears all black, black sunglasses, black coat, black hair...

Just like the man in black in front of him!

"You are the [half-human, half-ghost, the best spearman]?!"

The leader of the Wakaguchi group exclaimed in surprise, not expecting that he would meet such an important figure.

How could this guy leave Beika-cho and wreak havoc on underworld organizations in other areas of Tokyo?

Where is the urban legend that was limited to the Beika Town area?

But he came to his senses immediately, not with fear, but with surprise.

"But, even so... I still have the advantage... The gun is in my hands!"

"As long as I pull the trigger, then you, a famous urban legend, will die at the hands of a little-known gangster boss like me, and I will become famous!"

He heard the man in black say.

"Well, you can try pulling the trigger and see if the gun goes off."

"However, I have a habit of killing anyone who shoots at me, whether their gun goes off or not."

...Will the gun go off? I maintain this gun every day, how could I not know?

Ruo Kou Lian was secretly complaining in his heart, but for some unknown reason, he felt a little hesitant.

He felt... something was wrong with the pistol. It felt different from usual. He wondered if it was an illusion.

He saw the man in black take a coin from his pocket.

"Come on, let me make a bet with you. Let's bet whether there is a bullet in your gun and whether it will go off when you pull the trigger."

"I'm betting that your gun is empty. The bet is this coin."

"And you...are going to bet your life on it!"

Nara Hikaru dropped the coin in his hand onto the table.

The coin spun for a long time before it came to a stop.

This is a five-yen coin.

It is usually used to pray to God in a wishing well or donation box.

And now, Nara Hikaru is betting on Wakaguchi Ren's life with a five-yuan coin!

"...Do you think I'll be scared if you act like a ghost?"

"go to hell!"

Ruokou Lian's expression changed again and again, and finally, as if to vent his anger, he shouted loudly and pulled the trigger.

Once, and again, and again.

However, not a single bullet came out of the muzzle of the pistol.

The gun didn't go off.

He could hardly suppress the fear in his heart and quickly took out the magazine of his pistol.

However, there was not a single bullet in it, it was completely empty.

Just as Nara Mitsuru said—there really is no bullet in his gun!

"How is this possible? How could there be no bullets? I just loaded the bullets this morning..."

He said in disbelief.

Then he heard the sound of a bullet falling on the table.

Again and again.

Ruokou Lian raised her head and just saw the last few bullets falling from Nara Mitsuru's palm.

There were exactly fifteen bullets on the table, no more, no less, which was the number of bullets in a pistol magazine.

"Your stupidity really makes me laugh."

"A wise man would not see an enemy standing near your hidden gun and then shoot it without checking it. Similarly, a wise man would not leave his account book on the table without hiding it."

"I gave you a chance, but unfortunately, you didn't cherish it."

"In this world, good people don't die, bad people don't die, only one kind of person dies—"

Nara Hikaru's voice sounded cold.

For some unknown reason, Ruokou Lian felt a great fear in his heart.

As if he had lost all his strength at once, his hands, feet and body began to tremble. He raised his head and said in horror.

"Wait a minute, I have money, I have a lot of money, as long as you let me go, all this money can be given to you!"

"Let me go, I, I also have a family to support, I..."

Nara Hikaru hooked his toes.

Swish————

The samurai sword that had fallen to the ground flew up.

Nara Mitsuru slapped the hilt of the sword again, and it immediately turned into a silver thread and stabbed out.

It stabbed Ruokoulian in the heart and nailed him backwards to the large painting in the office.

That mural was different from the Ukiyo-e paintings of this country. It was an oil painting in the Western style—a huge devil opened his mouth like a door, and Ruokou Lian's body was nailed to the door.

A little blood flowed to the side and fell on the fangs of the devil's huge mouth.

It adds a bit of eeriness.

"————Foolish person."

Nara Hikaru made the final conclusion.

The action was completed in the blink of an eye. It was not until Nara Mitsuru finished speaking that Ruokou Lian felt the pain. He wailed and cursed in agony, but received no response.

Because Nara Hikaru has left.

He was left with his heart pierced and nailed to the wall, dying in agony.

Nara Mitsuru could see it clearly in the account book.

If the group has sold heroin and lent money at high interest rates more than once.

These things will destroy other people's families.

Maybe Rukou Lian did have a family to support, but did those innocent people he poisoned have no family?

People can go to prison, but animals can only go to hell.

Chapter 41 Sniper

"...Did Yan Shuangying actually do it himself?"

Vermouth put down the telescope in her hand and muttered softly.