"Kagayama!"
Seeing Kagayama lying unconscious on the ground,Byard 's body trembled. It wasn't because he cared about Kagayama's life or death, he was seeing his own future reflected in Kagayama's body.
"Stop! I surrender!"
As Moen clenched his fists and walked toward him with a vicious grin, Byard immediately dropped to his knees with a thud.
Looking at Byard groveling before him, Moen's eyes were full of disgust. Such a person could never earn his respect.
It doesn't matter if a man has soft flesh, but once his bones soften, it's hard to still call him human. Such people are worse than pigs and dogs. Once you kneel in the face of life and death, it's hard to ever stand again.
Boom!
Moen raised a leg and kicked Byard flying. He felt no sympathy for members of dark guilds like these. Each one of them probably had blood on their hands — young as they were, they might already be murderers many times over.
The world of magic was no child's game. Those who wielded power far beyond ordinary people could cause terrifying destruction when they turned evil. Ordinary people had no means to fight back.
The only ones who could face these dark guilds head-on were official wizard guilds. The two sides were true mortal enemies.
Powerful wizards from official guilds were welcomed and respected wherever they went because they carried the responsibility of opposing dark guilds and protecting civilians — they were the true guardians of the people.
"Are you coming out yourself, or do I have to drag you out?"
After sending Byard flying and knocking him out cold, Moen didn't stop. He spoke toward a nearby wall.
If anyone saw Moen talking to a wall, they'd probably think he'd gone insane. But Moen knew, there was another guy hiding behind it.
The magic of the world of Earthland was extremely diverse, truly a hundred flowers blooming — there was every kind of magic imaginable. Magic that controlled whips, shadows, and even the ability to pass through walls, like the guy in front of him.
Buzz!
As Moen's voice fell, a wave of magic energy rippled across the wall.
Boom!
Moen swung his fist, punching a hole straight through the wall. Then, changing his fist into a claw, he grabbed the neck of the man on the other side.
"Don't move, or I'll snap your neck."
Moen said with a smile, and the fat man he had grabbed instantly froze, too terrified to move a muscle.
Boom!
With a surge of strength, Moen yanked the fat man out from the hole by force. Naturally, the gap in the wall grew larger and larger.
"You guys—where did you small fries come from? Never heard of your names before, but you're way too weak."
Throwing the fat man onto the ground, Moen sharply complained. The fight was already over, but he didn't feel satisfied — in fact, he hadn't even exerted himself yet, and these guys were already down.
"With such pathetic strength, you dare to mess with the wizards of Fairy Tail? Do you take me for a joke?"
Moen slicked his hair back with his "hair gel hand," fixing his hairstyle, and then asked the only conscious fat man in front of him.
When facing enemies, the normally gentle Moen was like a completely different person. His eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of his lips curved upward, and his expression turned sinister. A strand of hair fell over his forehead, swaying slightly.
"…"
The fat man didn't dare to utter a word. Looking at his fallen comrades, unsure whether they were alive or dead, he was already scared out of his wits.
To be honest, this fat man actually had a chance to escape in the chaos just now.
But because he was too terrified, he didn't dare to move while hiding inside the wall.
To attack further—he didn't dare.
To retreat and escape—he couldn't make up his mind.
In the end, he was directly dragged out by Moen.
"Who's the client?"
Moen lowered his head, crouching down to look at the trembling fat man, and spoke slowly.
"It—it—it's Mr. Halos!"
The fat man didn't hesitate for a second and immediately sold out the person who had commissioned the job, completely devoid of any professional ethics!
Their dark guild usually dealt in murder and robbery. Logically speaking, they should value protecting their clients' privacy even more. A dark guild without credibility wouldn't survive long in the underground circles; people could easily take their business elsewhere.
Of course, in most cases, no one trusted dark guilds anyway. The clients who dealt with them were usually "gloves" — middlemen.
"Mr. Halos… never heard of him."
Moen had no impression of this unfamiliar name. Clearly, the job wasn't aimed at him personally. It must have been an enemy of his client, Mr. Deno. That was fine too, it meant Mr. Deno would have to pay extra. That guy never mentioned there'd be such risks involved.
Such a situation definitely fell under the client's responsibility.
The division of responsibility in these cases was very clear: if it was Moen's own fault — for example, if he'd exposed himself and attracted unwanted attention — then of course, the blame would rest entirely on him.
But in a case like this, where Moen hadn't done anything wrong and still ended up being ambushed — with someone specifically hiring others to target him, clearly because of the client's task — then it was obviously the client's full responsibility.
Picking up the black rope, Moen wrapped it around the four men over and over again, tying them tightly together into one big "meatball."
With the rope in his hand, Moen walked in front, dragging the "meatball" as it struggled to roll behind him. This bizarre scene naturally made him the center of attention and even caught the eye of the city guards.
After all, it was the festival season — Onibas was a chaotic mix of people. Anyone could wander in, so the guards were truly overworked.
All along the way, Moen explained the situation. Fortunately, he managed to drag the "meatball" all the way to Mr. Deno's doorstep. Mr. Deno's butler came out to greet him, but when he saw the "meatball," he was startled.
"M-Mr. Moen, I'll go inform Mr. Deno right away."
The butler stammered as he scurried back into the main building, clearly frightened — he'd never seen such a scene before.
Inside, the butler wrestled with his thoughts.
Since when did Mr. Deno get into the human trafficking business?
And doing it so openly, was that really okay?
If he reported this, would he get a huge reward?
Unfortunately, the butler didn't get to think long, because when Mr. Deno himself came into the courtyard and saw the sight, he was completely dumbfounded as well — clearly having no idea what was going on.
"Mr. Deno, I'm sorry to have to tell you this bad news, but I'm afraid this job's gonna cost extra. You didn't tell me everything — you never mentioned that someone would be waiting at the station just to ambush me."
Seeing Mr. Deno's equally bewildered face, Moen grinned and told him about this so-called Mr. Halos.
And the moment Mr. Deno heard the name "Mr. Halos," his confused expression immediately turned into one of sudden realization.
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