Johnson dragged Mike's body to a corner before disappearing into the night. He came out of Diseya, returning to where Huck was waiting for him with a smile. "Did you take care of it, Johnson?" Johnson shrugged. "It's a shame, really. I got there just in time to see Henry and Mike shoot each other at the same time. They're both dead now." Huck was furious. "So, these two idiots never respected me to begin with! They tried to take all the money for themselves seeing such a big opportunity but ended up dying at each other's hands. I guess that's a pretty decent ending." "You go, Marshall." "Yes, sir. I'll get it done this time." "Wait!" Johnson looked firmly at Marshall. "That Wilbur guy might have heard Mike and Henry's gunshots, and he might have realized that someone's trying to kill him. There's a possibility he's hidden himself, so it's not safe to go alone." Marshall groaned, "Those f*cking idiots!" Huck said, "All three of you go, then." "Alright!" Tom, Marshall
Wilbur raised Marshall above his head. "Tell me who sent you." Marshall widened his eyes in terror. "Y-You're a cultivator! How could this be?" Marshall seemed to be in disbelief at what was happening, but Wilbur was not trying to waste time here. He tightened his grip around Marshall's neck, whose breathing was cut off completely. "Mmmph—!" Marshall turned red in the face, flailing around as he tried to struggle out of Wilbur's grasp. Yet Wilbur's arm seemed to be clamped firmly around his neck like it was made of metal, and the blood in Marshall's body rushed to his face as the oxygen in his lungs drained. Wilbur saw that and knew it was about time. "Listen up. I'm going to give you one last chance to tell me who sent you. If you refuse to talk, I'll kill you immediately." He loosened his grip, and Marshall felt as though the bones in his body fell apart when he heaved for air. "S-Sir, p-please don't kill me! I'm just following F-Fawkes' orders. He's the one who wants you
Wilbur glanced at the bikes. "Are these yours?" "Y-Yes." Marshall looked up in a panic before saying, "No, wait! We came on five Harleys, but I only see four here. I think someone drove one of them off." Wilbur smiled. "I'm guessing there was an internal rift that went down, and one of your fellow Scorpion Killers killed Huck." Marshall paused, before saying, "There could only be one guy behind this, then! Johnson, the short one! Oh my god, he pledged his loyalty to Huck before! I can't believe he shot Huck and kidnapped Maria!" "Maria? Who's that?" "Huck's girl. She's a real fox. God, I'm going to kill Johnson when I find him." Wilbur said, "Surely there isn't the need for things to get this bad over one woman? Is there something you're not telling me?" Marshall blinked. "N-No, of course not! I've told you everything I know, Mister Penn. I can't believe that pervert Johnson got his hands on Maria. Let's go, Mister Penn. I'll take you to Monsato. I'll bring you to Fawke
Huck had used Maria to seduce Professor Dickens in the past. The two had an affair, which Huck had used as leverage against Dickens to create the Satan Robot. Professor Dickens knew that he had fallen for Huck's trap but could not deny his feelings for Maria, thus agreeing to the agreement. Dickens had thought that Huck would only pull such a trick on himself, only to find out that Huck had done the same to Johnson. Perhaps Huck thought that no man would be able to turn down a beautiful woman. Yet such a trick was as cruel as it was foolish. Huck thought that he had controlled these people, yet karma caught up to him in the end. Professor Dickens smiled and nodded. "Congratulations, Mister Johnson. The Satan Robot will be complete within another hour at most. There are only a few minor details I need to sort out." Johnson lit up at those words. "I'm truly blessed, aren't I? I've got everything I wanted in the end." Maria looked at him, her eyes reddened. "Congratulations, Joh
Within just ten minutes, groans and moans could be heard from the room. Professor Dickens shook his head, opening the motherboard of the Satan Robot to take out a piece of metal. He let out a sigh, then tossed it into the trash can. Many people have been researching robots for the longest time, and a lot of those projects were to develop killing machines. Professor Dickens knew that the biggest flaw of a killing robot was that its motherboard could not maintain a steady state. A real killing robot would be unleashing havoc in public against humanity, which would make it vulnerable to different attacks. The robot's exterior could block the attacks with special materials, but the massive vibrations that shook the motherboard would greatly affect its functions. Many killing robots tended to malfunction after taking a few attacks. If that happened, the robot would be as useful as a pile of scrap metal. Regardless of whatever special functions the robot had, it would be useless the
An hour later, Johnson emerged from the room in a shirt and boxers. "So, is it done?" "Yes, Mister Johnson. The Satan Robot's complete, feel free to test it out." "Right, I'll do just that." Johnson got on the control deck of the Satan Robot and stared at the panels in front of him excitedly. He then ran a few simple tests with the robot and finally lifted one of its arms to aim a sniper at Professor Dickens. Dickens widened his eyes in terror. "What are you doing, Mister Johnson?" "NO!" Maria let out a scream, but Johnson had shot Dickens. He emerged from the control deck, looking at Maria. "I don't mind that he was a scientist, but I do mind that he had gotten his hands on you before." … Over in Fawkes' manor, a Harley-Davidson pulled up to the entrance with Marshall and Wilbur on it. Wilbur got off the bike, and Marshall said, "May I leave now, sir?" "Yeah, you can get lost now." Wilbur did not bother giving Marshall a hard time, knowing that Marshall would nev
"You!" The bald man looked around him, then cracked his fists and charged toward Wilbur. Wilbur suddenly bent down and struck the bald man in the belly, sending him flying and crashing onto the ground some distance away. The bald man spat out a mouthful of blood as several bodyguards rushed to help him up. "Are you alright, Captain?" "Call for backup!" The bodyguards whistled loudly, and two figures landed on the ground from the roofs of the buildings on both sides. The figures were dressed in black, and their faces were hidden behind black fabric as well. Both the figures attacked Wilbur at the same time. Their swords were held in place before they struck Wilbur and were then knocked out of their grasp. Wilbur grabbed the two figures' hands, spinning them around quickly before tossing them out like bags of rubbish. Just then, a middle-aged man walked out with a serene smile on his face. "That was impressive! You managed to beat two nightwalkers so easily! It looks like y
"You!" The middle-aged man glowered at Wilbur, who sneered. "What's wrong? You don't think I can finish you off?" Wilbur's aura was far too powerful, and the man trembled from head to toe as he scrambled to look away. Wilbur wasted no time, continuing to make his way forward. "It's impressive that you defeated Jones, but that doesn't mean anything. Jones was just a mere guard to begin with." Just then, a man in a Dashan jacket appeared to block Wilbur's path. Wilbur frowned at him, asking, "Are you from Dasha, too?" "Indeed, I am. I don't care what grievances you have with Fawkes, but I'd get out of here now if I were you. Don't blame me for what happens to you if you don't listen to me." Wilbur smirked. "Well, I'd advise you to get out of my way now, or you're going to pay as well." "What big words. You're clearly underestimating me, the great Kiro." "Cut the crap. Let's fight!" Wilbur summoned the thunder cleaver and charged up to Kiro before swinging the cleaver at