But what was bizarre was that such a sweep was completely silent.
Even when it skimmed past a wall, it was the same.
The wall, made entirely of concrete, silently developed a fine crack, deep and narrow.
Moreover, the cutting strike of the shadow continued unabated toward Amiel 3.
Even more bizarre was that beneath Amiel 3’s feet, his own shadow began to move as well.
He knew Simpson 2’s strength.
That was also why he chose to share a place with the other.
But what he didn’t expect was that Simpson 2 was so powerful that he could even manipulate another person’s shadow.
It was somewhat beyond expectation, but still under control!
With a low shout, Amiel 3’s muscles tensed, and his entire body swelled.
The shadow that had been binding his feet suddenly dissipated, returning to its normal appearance.
And facing the slicing strike of the shadow, Amiel 3’s fists came together and thrust straight out.
In the dull sound, like a sack being thrown to the ground, Amiel 3 was forced back 5 meters, this time not by choice, but because he couldn’t withstand the cutting strike of the shadow.
And Amiel 3’s fists were left bloody and mangled.
Looking at Simpson 2 gathering strength in the distance, Amiel 3 raised his hands and said.
To give up resistance was not a bad situation for Amiel 3.
The fight before him wasn’t a matter of life and death.
A timely surrender was appropriate.
He was confident he could leave.
But was it necessary?
He was still Simpson 2’s collaborator.
And he hoped that relationship could continue.
Not to come to a sudden halt at this moment.
"I apologize for my previous words.”
"Trust me, Simpson 2, I meant no harm.”
"Some things are hard to believe.”
Amiel 3 explained again.
Simpson 2 similarly withdrew his aggressive stance.
He had only intended to show he was not to be trifled with, not to actually eliminate Amiel 3.
Now, with Amiel 3’s hands bloodied, it seemed he had learned his lesson.
They needed to cooperate further.
Without saying a word, the two men once again drew together.
"I find it hard to believe too.”
"But think about Losa 11’s arrangements, before he truly bared his fangs, could you have guessed that all of it was his plot?”
"And with such arrangements, directly challenging the entire ‘Hundred Major Families,’ do you think he wouldn’t be prepared?”
Simpson 2 shared his speculation.
It was the truth; naturally, he wouldn’t dispute it.
But doubts still lingered in his heart.
"Could he be bluffing?”
"I just received information that he’s only sent out a few subordinates as a decoy, nothing grand.
"Apart from Hera 10, that woman with muscles for brains, no one else would be fooled.”
"What more do you need?”
"He’s already ‘located’ the factors unfavorable to him—the F zone is jointly managed by our families, the Send Family, the Hera Family, and his own Losa Family.
"No one can guarantee we wouldn’t plant something here.”
"Therefore, he needed a ‘fishing’ expedition.”
"Not just Hera 10, didn’t he lure both you and me out as well?”
Simpson 2 looked as if it were a matter of course.
And just then, both their communicators vibrated slightly, delivering a message.
The Hera Family’s forces in F zone have collapsed, Hera 10 is captured.
A brief message, but it made both Simpson 2 and Amiel 3’s eyes widen in shock.
"I knew it would be so.”
"My reasoning wasn’t wrong.”
Simpson 2 said, relieved beyond measure.
At the same time, a shiver of fear made his breathing a little more hurried.
During Amiel 3’s questioning, he too had wavered a little.
Had he been deceived?
This thought had crossed his mind.
But now, he knew he had not been deceived.
Everything was a setup by Losa 11.
He was lucky he hadn’t made a move.
If he really wanted to make a move, he’d already be dead by now.
While Simpson was feeling relieved, shock filled the wide eyes of Amiel.
He knew of Hera from the muscle woman of the Hera Family.
Her strength was remarkable, and although her position in the line of successors wasn’t high, her control over the “Family Strength” was quite substantial; the Hera Family, different from the others, allowed her room to grow.
She was especially adept at fighting!
And there were sure to be a number of the family’s “Secret Keepers” accompanying her!
Under such circumstances, the Hera Family had been defeated?
What was more, Hera had been captured!
This was even more unbelievable than the family’s downfall in the region!
He understood the muscle woman that was Hera.
With her pride, she would rather die in battle than be captured.
She was rendered powerless in an instant!
Amiel’s breath caught in his throat.
If Hera could lose her power in an instant, then how much resistance would he have against such a method?
Is this your trump card, Losa?
Something still wasn’t right!
He couldn’t pinpoint what it was exactly, but he felt that something was missing.
Heavy, powerful footsteps came from the mouth of the alley.
A tall, strong figure appeared indistinctly in the night.
Musing, Simpson didn’t hesitate to strike.
A more solid shadow slash flew straight toward the figure.
Amiel followed closely, his swelling body brimming with power, charging like a wild bull, with his raised palms like the horns of the bull.
This was different from earlier friendly scuffles.
Now the two didn’t hold back at all.
As they moved, they were intent on making a kill.
Both knew the events they conspired in couldn’t be revealed.
If exposed, they would face a great crisis.
Not from the outside.
But from within the family.
So, both were filled with a murderous intent.
Jason felt this killing intent.
He fought down the desire to smash their heads and reminded himself that this was for making Losa “perfect.” Only when Losa was “flawless” could the whole plan proceed smoothly.
Thinking this, Jason faced the shadow slash without dodging.
Thus, he collided head-on with his chest against the shadow slash.
Seeing this, Simpson and Amiel felt a surge of joy in their hearts.
They knew the power of this slash!
Unless it was made of steel, death was certain!
But soon, horror appeared on their faces—
The shadow slash hit Jason’s chest without any fanfare.
But the sound that came was of metal clashing.
There was no splattering blood, no body cleaved in two.
What there was, was just the dispersion of shadows.
Like a puff of smoke, it dissipated.
With a snap, it vanished without a trace.
Facing this, Amiel, who was charging, lost the fierce momentum he had earlier. He quickly adjusted his stance, attempting to halt the charge and retreat from Jason.
Then, Jason’s foot stamped onto Amiel’s chest.
Amiel was sent flying back faster than before.
He crashed heavily beside Simpson, who was preparing to flee.
If he didn’t escape now, there would be no chance later!
Simpson knew this well.
But the next moment, he stopped in his tracks.
"Young Master Losa dislikes those who dawdle.”
After speaking, Jason turned and walked away.
Simpson watched Jason’s retreating figure, his mouth opening and closing before finally turning to Amiel.
"Do you still insist that Losa is just bluffing?”
Amiel shook his head blankly.
He had just felt that something was missing, but now, nothing was missing.
It was, rather, a bit painful.