Apollo's venture only lasted a few seconds before he arrived on the third floor.
This time, the floor was quiet. The hall was wide, with paintings and statues on either side. Walking to the nearest door, he looked inside and saw a simple room. It was a standard room with nothing going on, unlike the second floor, where each door had someone moaning and grunting.
He continued to look around while also extending his senses. There was another corridor that led to a bathroom, and now that he was here, he decided to take a leak. Apollo was in a hurry, but he couldn't just hold it and ignore the safety of his kidneys.
Once he was done, he went back to searching for traces of the mayor. Already knowing the structure of this place and the current situation, he deduced that Klown was probably on the fifth floor conducting the ritual. And he would likely have to fight the other Sevens if he wanted to get near him.
The third floor seemed normal. He also found a study room with a giant board displaying the map of the whole city. There were traces of something being removed from the board, probably important information.
Then came the main hall of this floor. It resembled the structure of the second floor: a wide area large enough to fit a basketball court. This alone showed how massive the mayor's mansion was.
Apollo didn't understand the purpose of this floor. Why not use all the remaining space? What was with the obsession with long corridors and wide halls? It would be understandable if there were a lot of people needing the space, but so far, only the first and second floors had people, and their numbers didn't even fill the area, let alone this entire floor.
He stopped after walking out of the corridor, his eyes landing on two individuals standing in the middle of the hall.
"Six and Five?" Apollo asked. He had expected to meet only one of them, but it seemed he was wrong.
"How did you know our names?" the two females said at the same time, their voices overlapping, their gestures minutely the same as if they were the same person.
"I have the power to know everything," Apollo said while observing the twins.
Red hair and blue hair. Red eyes and blue eyes. That was the only thing different about them. The rest was identical. They wore revealing outfits, as if one movement would showcase everything. They could be considered beautiful, and with their exceptional bodies, men would undoubtedly drool over them.
Apollo felt something stir within him. He hurriedly shook his head and straightened his thoughts. This can't be right; I'm still too young for this kind of thing, he thought with a frown on his face.
"You're lying," the twins said. "You must be the one behind the explosion on the second floor. Did he die?"
"Yup, I killed him," Apollo said casually, his eyes never leaving their faces.
"Good, he was annoying. He thought he could impose his way on us. With his tiny d*ck, no one would spread their legs for him," the twins' overlapping voices echoed in the room.
And when the beggar heard it, he couldn't help but become speechless.
"Anyway, the Mayor is on the fifth floor, right? Why don't you ladies give way for me?" Apollo asked. He glanced to the side at the glass window and saw the same barrier from the second floor. This would prevent the Unrefined Qi from entering, and the Qi inside would immediately get depleted, leaving him to use his Refined Qi.
They had clearly anticipated that people would try to stop the Mayor.
"No, you will be our toy from now on," the twins said. "We are Six and Five, and no one has ever made Four take the fight. You will stay here, and we will have some fun."
"Are you sure you can handle me?" Apollo asked, a smirk on his face.
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"We can handle anything," Six and Five said. They took a step, red smoke emanating from their bodies.
"Is that so," Apollo nodded. "But I don't have time for that."
"That's not our pro–" Before the twins could finish their words, a flash of lightning erupted from the beggar, and with the sound of cracking, the windows burst into a thousand pieces.
Their eyes followed the trail of lightning forming an 'L' shape outside the mansion.
The two went silent before staring at each other. "Crap." Then the two became a red blur as they chased after the lightning user.
"Hahaha!" Apollo laughed aloud as his body passed the fourth floor and arrived right before the top of the mansion. His vision spanned the whole estate, and he saw black-robed men gazing at him. Lightning flashed around him while he used the Flying Wind Blast Technique, allowing himself to float in the air. "They never would have expected me to skip their nonsense."
They were fools for thinking he would follow their plan.
They wanted to drag out the time to prevent people from disturbing what was happening on the fifth floor, so they set up the Seven to guard each story of the mansion.
But such nonsense wouldn't fool the beggar.
He glanced below and saw the twins chasing after him. Without waiting for them, he covered his body in lightning and dived toward the roof of the mansion!
Breaking through this concrete should be easy. Before the beggar could reach the roof, he raised his hand and created a combination of Fire Blast and Wind Blast. He had fallen in love with these techniques, especially the number of things he could do with them. And the more he used them, the stronger they became.
He could even create a miniaturized version of it, which he had used to kill Seven.
Apollo didn't gather all his power, deeming it unnecessary, and added a small amount of his Lightning Attribute to make the techniques stronger.
He attacked the roof with it the moment he was about to collide with the concrete. Strong explosions echoed, dust clouds emerged, and fire and lightning filled the air.
The beggar's attack shot into the night sky, reverberating through several streets around the mansion.
However, instead of broken pieces of the roof, a body flew out from the dust cloud.
"What the hell?" Apollo muttered in confusion. His body was covered in dust, parts of his clothes were burning, and his robe had dozens of rips. As his body descended, he activated his Flying Wind Blast to stop himself from falling.