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"Hurry up... die!!"

Uvogin suddenly raised his voice, unleashing a furious roar that reached the top of his lungs.

The sound reverberated throughout the entire sky, creating ripples of sound that spread outwards.

Even faintly, one could hear the angry shouts and complaints of Phinks and Nobunaga coming from not far away among their own members.

Yes, his incredibly loud voice was definitely disturbing other people's ears.

However, Uvogin didn't care about that; he was only focused on how the giant gorilla, King Kong, would react to his shout!

And the result did not disappoint Uvogin at all. Even the future porcupine was killed by Uvogin's roar, which ruptured its eardrums.

So even if this gorilla King Kong is slightly better in terms of physical strength...

Uvogin's roar caused him to sway slightly, his eyes glazed over.

Uvogin seized this opportunity and kicked the cripple's good leg hard.

Boom~! !

That punch, which had been secretly prepared for a long time and was fully charged, was a devastating punch.

With immense power and mental energy, it slammed towards the giant gorilla!

By the time the Yin Beast finally reacted, its consciousness had caught up, but its body was too late.

And so, a tragedy was about to unfold on this rooftop.

Meanwhile, Uvogin was fighting against the giant gorilla, King Kong.

Inside a hidden office in this United Trade Building.

"These damned bastards!!"

At the round office table sat an elderly man with white hair and beard, whose face was already showing wrinkles, looking gloomy.

This is Salvatore Maras, one of the Ten Elders, known as the "Old Wound on the Iron Throne".

When he sat in the shadows, he resembled a war memorial forgotten by time.

His bronze skin was covered with star-shaped scars from healed bullet holes, and a lava-like knife scar meandered from his left eyebrow to his jaw.

That was thirty years ago in the city of Ambrossa, a gift from the "Meat Grinder Night" gang war, and also the beginning of his rise to power.

"It's gotten to the point where I have to use the [Shadow Beast]!!"

Salvatore Maras's short, grey hair looked like steel needles scorched by dynamite. "When the Yorkshire gathering comes this year, my share will be even less!"

Every year on September 1st, an underground auction is held in Yorknew City.

Gangs from all over the world come to demonstrate their loyalty and flattery to the "Ten Elders".

They will spend a lot of money to auction off the exquisite collectibles brought out by the "Ten Old Men".

The auction fees paid by those gangsters would all turn into a large sum of money flowing into the pockets of the "Ten Old Men".

The Ten Elders have strict and detailed regulations regarding how to divide such a sum of money.

One of them includes information on the use of the [Shadow Beast].

However, this applies only when all the other members of the Ten Elders agree that a common problem needs to be solved.

They resort to using the [Shadow Beast] to resolve their personal troubles and difficulties.

Then a portion of the share that the "Ten Elders" should have received would have to be given away.

"It's all because of that bunch of bastards who appeared out of nowhere, they made me lose such a huge sum of money again!!"

Salvatore Maras's eyes were deep-set, like two topaz soaked in whiskey.

His eyes, which were once full of unrestrained pride, were now filled with anger and...heartache.

"And my casino! How did those damned Kurdish thieves manage to mess with those reckless lunatics?!"

The bridge of his nose, which had broken three times before, was now emitting heavy breathing sounds.

"I shouldn't have let those bastards in because of my friendship with Kud!!"

"Now things are really messed up. Even my own business can't continue. I've already received quite a few complaints and grievances from the nobles of this city~~~"

Salvatore Maras's voice grew increasingly hurried, filled with anger and heartache.

"At this rate, how many nuns have I lost?!"

As one grows old, one eventually reaches a certain age, and one's original ambition and heroic spirit are transformed into greed and desire for money.

Maras, the former head of the Ambrossa Casino, who was standing guard next to Salvatore Maras, showed no outward signs of emotion.

But deep down, I couldn't help but sigh.

This was completely different from the eagle-like figure he had seen in his youth, Salvatore Maras with his wolf-like gaze and eagle-like eyes.

Of course, despite his inner sigh, he didn't have any other thoughts in mind.

Things like taking the opportunity to betray and seize power, wanting to replace the leader with a new one, saying it's now the era of young people, and that the position should be handed over to someone with more ideas...

Maras had none of those treasonous thoughts.

Because~~~

He was also called Maras, or more accurately, his full name was Tors Maras.

Yes, he shares the same surname as this "Ten Old Men" Salvatore Maras.

Salvatore Maras is Torsmaras's uncle.

As Salvatore Maras grows older, this position will eventually be his.

Especially now that all of their Ambrosian gang's elite members and top leaders have been wiped out by that vicious, savage-looking guy who only wore underwear.

With Torsmaras taking over, there will be no obstacles whatsoever, and it will be very smooth and easy.

In this respect, Torsmaras should thank that savage guy for helping him eliminate many of his competitors.

This is why the casino he was in charge of had such major oversights and mistakes.

They were able to continue to stay safely by Salvatore Maras's side, in this secluded office.

Seeing his uncle so heartbroken and depressed, Torsmaras thought for a moment and then spoke up:

"I'll go talk to the casino guests later and explain, and then give them a generous gift."

"As for Kud, since that group of people returned unharmed, it seems that Kud's manpower must have suffered heavy losses, so we can ignore them."

"After the [Shadow Beast] takes care of that group of people on the rooftop, I will collect their heads. Some will be sent to the underworld for a tour and display, while others will be sent to the Hunter Association to exchange for rewards."

Well, although they are all gangsters, they still wear a mask of authority on the surface.

Their "United Trade Building" hosts a bustling, multinational trade network.

Gangs, after all, always need to find a convenient and clean way to exchange money, with a large flow of funds and a wide range of destinations.

"Those bastards deserve to die; they almost ruined my important business..."

Salvatore Maras was still there, seething with anger.

But it was at this moment...

What important matter do you have?

A rather casual tone suddenly rose in the room.

Chapter 170 The Ten Old Men with Their Heads Broken Off! The once-powerful figures have thus come to an end.

The moment the sound rang out, the hairs on the body of the "Ten Old Men" Salvatore Maras stood on end.

Torsmaras, too, stared in horror into the corner of the room.

Before anyone knew it, a figure had already sat down on the sofa in the room.

At this moment, he calmly looked at the "Ten Elders" Salvatore Maras and the others.

"How did he get in?!"

This thought had just popped into Torsmaras's mind.

Immediately afterwards, figures began to appear one after another behind the man on the sofa.

"This sudden change of scenery is making me want to vomit..."

"There's nothing we can do about it; after all, it's not the vice-captain's own ability, he stole it~~~"

"That's right. Being able to teleport to this room is quite an impressive ability."

"Sorry everyone, I made you have a bad experience. I'm not very proficient at using this [teleportation] ability yet, but I'll get better with practice. However... the nausea from traversing too much space is probably one of the limitations of this ability. Hmm, I should probably take note of that~~~"

The group of people who appeared behind the man on the sofa didn't take Salvatore Maras and his group seriously at all.

There he was, complaining to himself, as if he were experiencing some kind of nausea and vomiting caused by some kind of teleportation.

But the last person to enter was a man with an upside-down cross on his forehead.

He slowly closed the book in his hand, and looked at the group of people who had come here with a thoughtful expression.

Well, using the [Instant Transmission] ability he stole, Kuroro successfully moved the group into this hidden room.

In the original storyline, in Yorknew City, this ability was used when Nobunaga was about to fight Hisoka.

He took action, using this ability to stop Nobunaga.

I never expected that he would steal this ability so early.

"So, what is your important matter, Mr. [Ten Old Men]?"

Mog sat on the sofa, looking at the uncle and nephew whose faces were extremely pale, and asked in a very calm tone.

How did you get here?!

[The Ten Old Men] Salvatore Maras stood up with an extremely unpleasant expression.

He stared intently at Mog, who was sitting there, and uttered these words with difficulty.

"Has no one ever taught you that you should answer the question someone asks first before asking them a question in return?"

"Have you lost even the most basic manners?"

Mog shook his head: "With this level of skill, how can he be one of the Ten Elders? We should just replace him as soon as possible."