As the saying goes, fortune favors the bold.
A few Mafia bosses, seeing that Law had drawn the attention of those deadly individuals, felt fear but also harbored the delusion of escaping while they could.
Their eyes were fixed on the elevators and the staircase entrance, a struggle visible in their gazes.
After all, they were men capable of becoming bosses. They thought that if death was certain either way, they might as well make a move.
The struggle in their eyes gradually faded, replaced by ruthlessness.
There was no eye contact, no communication.
Exactly four men, within a second of each other, all dashed towards the staircase entrance.
They chose the stairs because it didn't require waiting for elevator doors to open, and they could run straight down.
Feitan and Phinks noticed the Mafia members' actions but paid them no mind. Or rather, they had no spare capacity to deal with the Mafia members.
Law's presence here put immense pressure on them.
The four Mafia bosses successfully ran into the staircase entrance. It was like a suffocating person finally breathing oxygen… their faces flushed with vitality as they ran frantically down the stairwell, not even considering the elevators now.
Seeing their four companions successfully escape, the remaining people immediately grew restless, cautiously observing the deadly figures in the room.
No matter what, only by breaking out was there a chance to survive.
The remaining people suddenly moved, recklessly, rushing towards the staircase entrance.
Dalzollene carried the weak-legged Neon, followed by Light, staying in the middle of the group, while Melody protected them from the rear.
Before running into the staircase, Melody deliberately glanced at Law, finding that his eyes held no regard for them at all.
From his sudden appearance to injuring the Phantom Troupe's members, from beginning to end, he hadn't even glanced at their group, the silent lambs forced into the corner.
After the Mafia members had all fled, only Law, Feitan, and Phinks remained in the observation hall, along with the corpses littering the floor and the faces peeled off by Cipher.
Feitan's right arm was fractured, and he had a broken rib. Phinks had a hole pierced through the palm of his left hand.
Between the two, Feitan's injuries were more severe, but in their past combat history, these injuries were nothing major.
After the Mafia members had all fled, the black Nen on Feitan's body once again materialized the red-spiked heat-resistant suit, tightly covering Feitan's body, leaving only his eyes exposed.
Seeing this, Phinks didn't waste words. He kicked and shattered a nearby load-bearing pillar.
Numerous debris, wrapped in Nen, shot towards Law.
Simultaneously, Phinks stomped, shattering the floor beneath him, and dropped down to the next level.
Law saw Phinks's move from the corner of his eye, then took out Shin from Kuro's space and swung it to the right.
As Nen erupted, the incoming debris was swept to the right as if by an invisible giant hand, all turning into powder.
Immediately after, Feitan's voice was heard.
"Zashu, Guroshu, Kamatie."
It was a language with strange syllables, sounding very awkward. The general meaning was: 'This time, I will definitely burn you to death!'
Before he even finished speaking, a miniature black-and-red sun began condensing in front of his chest.
[Rising Sun]
Seeing this, Law immediately stepped forward, intending to slice off that miniature sun condensed with ultra-high heat before Feitan fully released his ultimate move.
However, contrary to Law's expectations, Feitan did not throw the miniature sun into the air, nor did he need a pause for something like 'incantation'.
Instead... he released it directly in front of himself.
In an instant, a terrifying high temperature carrying a blinding red light swept forth.
'An improvement made according to need?'
The thought flashed through Law's mind. He stopped, calmly watching the scorching red light and high temperature rush towards him.
In a split second, the high-temperature red light filled the entire floor. The carpets and corpses on the floor burst into flames within a second, then turned into charcoal.
Boom!
The terrifying high temperature even caused localized explosions. Gushes of flame shot out from all around the observation hall.
The load-bearing pillars melted, revealing the thick steel reinforcement inside. Moments later, even the steel began to turn into liquid.
A huge crack snaked across the ceiling, soon splitting off a large slab of stone that crashed onto the floor, causing the entire floor to shake.
Scorching heat filled the entire floor. At the center of the 'Sun', the eyes exposed from Feitan's suit were filled with a cold glare.
He couldn't wait to see Law rolling and screaming under the scorching heat, then turning into charcoal that would crumble to dust at a touch.
But the imagined scene did not happen. Within the red light that could roast all living things into charcoal, Law stood there expressionless, completely unharmed.
It was as if the blinding red light wasn't the scorching fire of hell, but the gentle warmth of a red-light district.
'How is this possible!'
Feitan was unable to believe it.
'Why... was he completely unaffected?'
...
Ground Floor.
Phinks took neither the stairs nor the elevator. He directly used brute force to create a path, shattering the floors layer by layer, putting distance between himself and the terrifying high temperature continuously eroding from the upper floors.
"That guy is definitely dead."
Phinks's face was icy cold.
Feitan's move was too terrifying. No living being could last more than ten seconds in that kind of heat. The annoying part was that it was indiscriminate.
If he hadn't known Feitan well enough, he would probably have lost his life back there just now.
Thinking of this, veins bulged on Phinks's forehead.
That wasn't tacit cooperation, as Feitan hadn't even given him a heads-up before releasing his ultimate move, not considering his safety at all.
Meanwhile, the over thirty escaped Mafia members had reached the middle floors of the building. Suddenly hearing the explosive sound from upstairs, they were terrified. The entire building shook a few times, making their heartbeats accelerate again.
The four Mafia bosses who had escaped first reached the first-floor lobby. They headed straight for the main entrance, the shortest route.
However, they stopped after just a few steps because, aside from the corpses and blood littering the lobby, three women and a doll had appeared out of nowhere.
These three women were Salin and the others.
Seeing Salin and her group, the four Mafia bosses' faces instantly turned pale.
Although Salin's group of three seemed completely unthreatening, they might still be accomplices of the Phantom Troupe, meaning they could also be monster-level existences.
Most crucially, their firearms had been confiscated before entering.
For a moment, the four Mafia bosses couldn't help but glance at the firearms lying near the corpses.
Salin, however, just cast a cold glance their way, freezing them in place.
"Let's go up and take a look."
Withdrawing her gaze, Salin stepped over the corpses on the floor and walked towards the stairwell.
"Mm."
Ellie responded and, along with Stargie and Goldie, followed.
As Salin's group passed by, the four Mafia bosses could no longer withstand the pressure and desperately fled towards the main entrance.
Salin paid no attention to the four Mafia bosses' actions.
A moment later, screams suddenly came from the direction of the main entrance.
Salin's group, who had just reached the stairwell entrance, stopped and turned to look towards the main entrance.
They were all Nen Users and could feel an unrestrainable aura of anger coming from that direction.
Shortly after, a lean man appeared before Salin and the others. It was Cipher.
At this moment, Cipher was covered in injuries, his forehead swollen, with dried blood around his eyes, nostrils, mouth, and ears.
Seeing Salin and the others, Cipher was momentarily stunned. Then, the Aura around him surged violently.
He liked women with pretty faces.
When he was angry, what he needed most was to peel the skin off a few women.