Eight oâclock at night.
In the autumnal Capital City, a hint of chill lingered in the air. As night fell, the coolness became increasingly apparent.
At this time, a procession of vehicles in diverse colors and models were silently cruising through the Capital City streets, seamlessly moving in the same direction.
After a lengthy journey, these vehicles finally converged at an intersection. They formed a formidable fleet heading towards the Northern Territory headquarters.
However, soon after the vehicles had gathered, there was a sudden crackling sound at a narrow junction. A long, spiked iron chain abruptly appeared in the middle of the road.
Boom, boom, boomâ¦
The speeding vehicles suddenly punctured their tires and unwillingly halted.
Apart from those in the cars, there was no other presence at the scene.
The tires were punctured, the convoy was forced to stop, but the people in the cars did not disembark immediately, creating a tense atmosphere.
âDo you reckon, when these Jones Family men see us, theyâll be so frightened theyâll soil themselves?â In an unseen corner, a sharp voice rang out in jest.
Right after that, an unfettered voice responded from another corner, âThey would deserve the fright. Later on, I plan to tear them to pieces alive, letting them know the cost of going against our Deathz organization!â
âHahaha⦠Itâs been a long time since we last took action together, my brothers and sisters. Letâs thoroughly enjoy the upcoming slaughter fest!â
As soon as the voice died out, a series of playful and crazed laughter echoed from both sides of the road.
In the silence, these abrupt voices sounded like whispers from the Grim Reaper, filling the air with a sense of dread.
Despite the stirring all around, people in the cars remained motionless, as if they had no plan to get out.
âHahaha⦠Look! These weaklings are too scared to even get out of the car!â a voice laughed sinisterly like a ghost, presenting an eerie atmosphere.
âEnough talk, letâs resolve this quickly. Kill them all! If they donât get out of the vehicle, then smash the car!â someone else chimed in.
âThatâs no fun. I still wanted to play some more.â A captivating voice cooed in a way that sent chills down oneâs spine.
âDonât forget our task tonight. Weâre not far from the Northern Territory Command, and if we alert the White War Departmentâs four Gods of War, or even cause the Army Master White himself to step in, then none of us will leave here safely tonight.â The previous speaker uttered frostily, an irrefutable tone in his voice.
Upon hearing this, those hidden in the shadows finally stopped their mischief, growing serious.
Whoosh, whoosh, whooshâ¦
A number of figures of all shapes and sizes emerged from every nook and cranny around the convoy, besieging it.
Some looked like beggars, some like dancers, some like ordinary workersâ¦
These diverse figures appeared to come from unrelated professions, but they all shared the same identityâ members of the Deathz organization!
At this moment, dozens of assembled Deathz members were present â all agile and strong, clearly not to be underestimated.
âGet out!â An imposing man heading the Deathz organization, standing at the start of the convoy, indifferently commanded.
This manâs code name was âJudgeâ. He was a highly respected member of the Deathz organization. Some even said that he held the second highest position, just after Yama, and was Yamaâs most reliable hitman.
âJudgeâ had successfully completed thousands of tasks, all without a single failure. He was perfect.
His most illustrious task was assassinating a foreign oil tycoon.
The oil tycoon was guarded by hundreds of well-trained mercenaries, among whom were even God of War Level powerhouses.
But âJudgeâ, armed with only his own strength, assassinated the oil tycoon and ruthlessly slaughtered the tycoonâs bodyguards in the process.
Since then, the name âJudgeâ gained international renown.
âOh? Are you sure you want us to get out?â From the other side, just as âJudgeâ finished speaking, a voice imbued with playful undertones leisurely sounded.
The Deathz members erupted into laughter when they heard this, their laughter filled with a mocking flavor.
In their eyes, the people in the cars were nothing more than the supposedly high-skilled men of the Jones Family.
They were all too familiar with the capabilities of the Jones Family. They wouldnât have dispatched so many members this time if it werenât for their reputation.
Most likely, âJudgeâ alone would be enough to defeat all of the so-called skilled men from Jones Family.
Thus, when someone inside the car started to talk big, the Deathz members present couldnât help but burst into laughter.
âQuit the talk and come out. Weâll end it quickly for you, otherwise, Iâll have your flesh cut piece by piece!â a burly man said brutally.
âOkay! Since youâve said soâ¦â
As the words fell, the car doors of the convoy were flung open one by one, as a group of upright figures appeared before the members of the Deathz organization.
âAttack! Leave no survivors!â
âJudgeâ, seeing this, commanded without hesitation. Taking the lead, he lunged towards an old man who seemed to be in his eighties.
âDie!â
âJudgeâ gave a cold smile, his pair of iron claws akin to the Grim Reaperâs scythe, swiftly aiming at the old manâs throat.
However, just as âJudgeâsâ iron claw was about to touch the old manâs neck, the latter suddenly extended his hand, striking âJudgeâsâ iron claw with lightning speed.
Hiss!
This sudden situation caught âJudgeâ off guard.
He had never expected the other party to react so quickly, and was taken aback by his astonishing speed and strength.
He wasnât even able to dodge it in time!
Moreover, he faintly felt that if he hadnât withdrawn in time, his iron claws might have been destroyed.
How was this possible?
When did the Jones Family have such powerful experts?
âJudgeâsâ heart thudded. He hastily turned his eyes toward the other members.
Within a few moments, the corpses of seven or eight Deathz members were already strewn across the ground.
Whatâ¦
âJudgeâsâ expression darkened instantly. He hurriedly took a step back, staring fixedly at the old man, âYou are not from Jones Family. The Jones Family could never house such powerful experts! Who exactly are you!?â
In answer to Judgeâs question, the old man didnât withhold anything. Instead, he ripped a flesh mask off his face, revealing a clean-cut, youthful face.
âHeaven⦠God of Heaven War?â
Damn!
âJudgeâ froze, a strong sense of crisis instantly engulfing his heartâ¦