Kaka-!"
They didn't react until the sound of machine gun bullets emptying.
"Damn it!" The fatty was no longer pretending to be an old man, and when he heard the sound of bullets emptying, he knew the game was over.
Just now, most of the people's attention was on Rimo alone, ignoring the few people who had dodged from the beginning.
Now the only firearms they could rely on were reduced to scrap metal.
That·····
"call out–!"
The fatty didn't even have time to turn his head, and a few bursts of piercing air came through.
In just an instant, there were seven or eight people left with different heads missing or pierced.
The coquettish blood flowers exploded in the crowd.
Uvogin, Nobunaga, Feitan, Franklin, and Chrollo were like ruthless killing machines at the moment, unrivaled as they moved through the crowd.
No one was their one enemy; each member of the Phantom Troupe (the brigade) displayed overwhelming combat prowess.
When the fat man turned around, he could only see Chrollo, whose face was covered in blood, smiling and looking at him calmly.
And the stumps and broken arms all over the ground.
More than 30 big gangsters were actually wiped out by just five of them in the short time the fatty turned around!
"Huh! Cool!!" Uvogin, who was bathed in blood, shouted with his arms outstretched wide, his massive frame reveling in the carnage.
The others were similar, and they all seemed to be crawling out of a sea of corpses and blood.
Even Franklin's once loyal and straightforward face turned terrifying now, his multiple arms having unleashed devastating gunfire.
Chrollo saw that the fat man's legs were limp and he had completely lost his previous arrogant appearance. The fat man who had fallen to the ground was addressed by Chrollo in a gentle, almost polite tone:
"The world is so beautiful, but you are so impatient, so bad. You haven't even heard what I want to say—why did you order the shooting?"
Hearing Chrollo's opening words, the fat man jumped up and knelt at Chrollo's feet: "Yes! You are right! I'm so impatient, it's really inappropriate! I'll give you anything you want! I'm wrong! If you have a lot of mercy, please spare me once!"
Chrollo put his hands on the fat man's somewhat sparse head.
Uh… a little greasy…
Originally, Chrollo planned to put his hand on the fat man's head to increase the psychological pressure on him.
Who knew this fat man's head was so oily—this Nima hasn't washed his hair for a few days?
After silently withdrawing his hand, Chrollo said, "So, now tell me, which family do you belong to?"
"The Nosla family!" The fatty replied without any hesitation.
"Second question, where is your boss' address?"
"Villa No. 21 at Chencora Point." He didn't hesitate at all when it came to selling out his boss.
"The third question, how is your boss's defense?"
"Because they have been targeted by the Fanobi family recently, the boss's defense force will be a little more than usual—there are probably more than fifty gunmen." He still answered without hesitation.
"Captain, I see how straightforward he answered. It's very likely that he lied to us, so let me torture him." The fat man's simple compliance aroused Feitan's suspicion, and he suggested sinisterly beside Chrollo.
As soon as he heard that he was going to be tortured, the fatty was shocked again.
This time, he kowtowed directly to Chrollo and Feitan.
"Don't! I can't stand torture the most, don't torture me, I'm telling the truth! You have to believe me!" Tears streamed down as he spoke.
In fact, this fat man has always climbed up by relying on his scary appearance—with a left Qinglong (Azure Dragon) and right White Tiger tattoo—as well as some clever and decisive means.
In reality, he has never truly fought in a fight. Whenever the situation was about to start, he seemed to be rushing forward but actually retreated to the back.
So once all of his younger brothers were wiped out, his true cowardly nature would be revealed.
Looking at the two—Chrollo and Feitan—the fat man who was crying heartbrokenly, they couldn't help but twitch the corners of their mouths.
Is this guy really a gangster?
"What's wrong? Commander, did you ask anything?" Seeing that they had almost resolved the situation, Rimo threw the bullet wall he had blocked into the corner and walked over with Machi and Pakunoda, asking calmly.
Chrollo hesitated; he was a little unsure about this fat man now.
Logically speaking, no matter how weak the underworld people are, they won't be frightened and become like this all of a sudden.
But if you say he is acting, then Chrollo could only say that he won't watch the Golden Man award next year without him.
Just when he saw Pakunoda walking behind Rimo, his eyes lit up.
He pulled Pakunoda over and said, "Pike, come and see if this fat man is lying."
The cheeks of Pakunoda, who was pulled by Chrollo, were a little red. Hearing this, she began to look at the fat man who was crying with snot and tears.
"You repeat what you just said."
"Yes! Yes! As long as you don't torture me, let me do anything!"
The fat man repeated what he had just said.
Chrollo looked at Pakunoda and asked, "Well, did he lie?"
"No, he's telling the truth." Pakunoda didn't detect any sign of lying through her memory-reading ability.
"Tsk!" Feitan tutted angrily.
Feitan felt a pity for not being able to torture the fatty.
Since Pakunoda said so, it must be true.
Everyone in the Phantom Troupe (the brigade) is very aware of Pakunoda's special Nen abilities as a Specialist—she can read memories by physical contact and extract pure, subconscious information through targeted questions.
With the affirmation of Pakunoda, the fat man grabbed Chrollo's trousers as if he had caught a life-saving straw: "Look, I said I didn't lie. I've already told you everything I know. Can you let me go?"
Do you want to let him go?
Chrollo kicked the fat man aside, his eyes flickering for a while: "It's okay to let you go. Finally, let me ask you a question: why did the Fanobi family target your Nosla family?"
"Thank you! Thank you, sir, there are a lot of you. The Fanobi family is the strongest gangster family in our Cambie town. It has ruled Cambie town for 60 years, and our Nosla family is just a new family."
"We secretly tried to trade with Meteor Street more than a month ago. After the Fanobi family knew about this, they thought it was a provocation by our Nosla family, so they have been suppressing us all this time."
"Now our Nosla family has managed five streets from the original, and now there are only two left. If this continues, the Nosla family may be destroyed as a result."
It was about his own life, and the fatty told everything he knew without holding back.
"The Nosla family? Why is this name so familiar…" After hearing the fatty's words, Rimo also walked over.
"This badge… This is the badge your companions wore when I picked you up." Machi picked up a badge from one of the corpses.
"Oh~ In that case, your Nosla family is the one who bought me." After hearing Machi's words, Rimo suddenly realized.
I said why it was so familiar—it turned out to be when I received Mo's memory from that earlier encounter.
"Huh?!" The fatty looked at Rimo in disbelief.
Is our Nosla family so powerful?
Can you even buy such a monster?
In other words, if you bought it, why would it be intercepted and annihilated by the Fanobi family?
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