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"Where are the others? Where's Ply and the rest?"

"I... I don't know. I've told you everything I know. Please just let me go. I swear I'll be good from today onward. I won't cause any more trouble. Please," the man with the bird mask pleaded. Without another word, Nash snapped his fingers, and the man's head exploded. He and Mosely then rushed toward the elevator.

"Alfius, I'm begging you. Forget about me and save my grandpa. He was already..."

Ply began, but Alfius cut her off, yelling, "Shut up!" He then took a deep breath to calm himself. "I'll save everyone. I have to."

Alfius carefully began to draw the incendiary energy out of the bomb. "Damn it, is this all for nothing? No, there has to be another way," he muttered.

...

Having taken the elevator, Nash and Mosely missed Alfius and Ply and ended up on the rooftop.

"Finally, we made it."

Before them, a nondescript man was sitting casually on the couch, his foot pressing down on Herman, who was unconscious. Beside him, a drunken man was playing with a bomb.

The nondescript man said, "You sure took your time. If you had been any later, this old man's life would've been forfeited."noveldrama

"Let him go, you bastards!" Mosley shouted.

"Let him go? What are you talking about? We were never ordered to release him. Right now, we'll do whatever we want. This old man's life doesn't matter anymore since he had the gall to go up against the Twilight Sect's leader. "It's a pity. If only he had killed that Alfius kid sooner. Yet, he refused to obey us."

Mosley's eyes widened with realization. "What? You already-"

"Yes, we ordered to have that Alfius boy killed before you even arrived. He's been causing too much trouble on our turf and is such a nuisance And you two, you're just his lackeys,

How about you go and kill

master? That would be more

fun."

"Fun? Killing you is more fun," Nash said, instantly closing the distance between him and the chameleon-like individual. With a single powerful punch he shattered the man's body. However, a chameleon then sprang forth from the ruined body.

"Is that his real body?" Nash muttered, grabbing the chameleon tightly.

Suddenly, there was a loud boom.

The entire building was engulfed in flames, with explosions erupting continuously until the structure was on the brink of collapse.

Nash launched a powerful punch, but the drunken man was unscathed. "This guy? He's no ordinary foe."

The drunkard then picked up the

chameleon and held it close to him. Then, with a sinister smile, he soared into the sky and began bombarding the innocent people below.

"Madman," Nash muttered as he helped Herman to his feet and brought him to Mosley.

"Take him down."

"Master Nash, the elevator is destroyed."

Nash pointed to the exterior of the building. "Go down from here. There are still bombs inside. Jump from here."

"Huh? Master Nash, isn't that a bit-"

"Enough, Mosley. Stop hiding your abilities. You can do this! Go! I'll handle that lunatic."

"Alright, alright," Mosley responded and leaped off the building.