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Hammerhead's body and head were separated, and the body turned into ashes and dissipated in the air with an inexplicable breeze.

The invincible iron head carried by Ivan also quickly turned into a pool of pus.

The festering condition of this head was beyond Ivan's expectation. He wanted to study why this head was so hard.

- What a fantastic head.

The rest of the crowd had already dispersed, and Ivan looked at the messy first floor and exhaled.

The bar owner limped down to the first floor. Seeing that Ivan was fine, his tense heart relaxed.

After all, the scene just now was too tense. The two were fighting like gods, fighting from above to below. Once ordinary people were affected, they would either die or be injured.

"Where's Hammerhead?" The boss asked weakly.

"died."

Ivan looked at the boss, the white bar owner that Lucas didn't mention much, turned out to be the boss of a small gang.

The boss looked at the mess and nodded. Ivan believed that Hammerhead was dead, although he didn't see the body.

"Thank you for saving me, without you..."

"Hey! Don't say those words of thanks, it's nothing." Ivan said with a smile.

"Karl mentioned you to me sometimes, said you were a hard-working lad..."

"Boss, now is not the time to talk about these things. Your face is swollen. It's time to go back and apply cold compresses." Ivan reminded.

The boss smiled and nodded, his face was swollen at first.

He remembered that he was beaten by Gerry before and dared not fight back... he couldn't help feeling a little ashamed.

I feel very useless.

Fortunately, Ivan helped him and let him fight back with his own hands, which relieved his psychological shadow a lot and he didn't have any regrets.

"Let me help you out."

"thanks."

With Ivan's support, the boss walked out of the entertainment club. The two just stood still on the street when they heard a 'bang' behind them.

"Varied..."

The boss was taken aback, and hurriedly turned to look, only to see that the entire building of the entertainment club had collapsed and turned into a pile of real ruins.

"Nothing surprising."

Ivan said: "It couldn't stand the impact to that extent. In fact, it collapsed a long time ago, but you were still inside, so I used my spiritual energy to force it to support it. The situation that didn't collapse before was just an appearance."

But now, Ivan let go of his thoughts, and the entire entertainment club collapsed as Ivan expected, and it can be said that it collapsed a few minutes later.

This undoubtedly saved the boss's life.

"I see..."

A small spill, a small natural collapse, may endanger life.

At this moment, the boss deeply felt how fragile and powerless life is as a mortal.

And this black-haired young man named Ivan...

The boss stared deeply at Ivan...

—He is undoubtedly a god among men.

 …

Once Hammerhead and Gerry died, the biggest pillar of strength of the Maja Gang fell, and it was no longer as strong as it used to be.

The next day, the white boss invited Ivan to his tavern for a big meal. Together with Lucas, the dinner was very sumptuous, and Ivan also called Jessica.

The four of them sat around a table in the hut, eating, drinking, talking and laughing.

During the period, the white boss insisted on giving Ivan various things, such as famous watches, Tibetan paintings, etc., but Ivan refused them one by one.

If Ivan keeps these things and has no place to put them, he still has to sell them, but selling them is troublesome and embarrassing...

"Hey! Do you know why Fan doesn't accept these gifts?" Jessica asked with a smile.

"Because young people nowadays are indifferent to fame and wealth, haha." The boss laughed.

"No, that's because you didn't send the idea~" Jessica said.

Ivan raised his eyebrows, what did Jessica want to say?

"Then what does Ivan like?" Lucas asked.

Jessica blinked: "He likes pennies!"

Ivan rolled his eyelids, thinking...

Jessica knows my heart!

It's just that he didn't plan to take money from the boss and Lucas, because they were not rich. Lucas opened a gym, and the boss opened a tavern. Although the two of them had a lot of income, they were not much.

After all, they did not collect protection fees in a certain area like the Maja Gang did before.

"Actually, your thanks are enough. You are not rich, so you don't need to offer anything. If you really want to thank me, Jessica will be free of charge when she comes to the tavern for drinks~"

"Okay, no matter when you and Jessica come, you can eat and drink for free, haha." The boss laughed happily.

He felt very lucky to know Ivan.

 …

A few days later, Ivan saw a strange man at the burger restaurant after school. Fair skin, black short hair, wearing a black tuxedo.

What made Ivan think him strange was not his evil temperament, but the faintly fluctuating aura around him.

The man raised his eyes and was looking at Ivan.

He found Ivan looking at him.

"What do you see me doing?" the man asked with a smile.

The distance between the two is relatively close.

"Can't you watch it?" Ivan asked lightly.

"Are you from the school over there?"

The man asked this, got up and walked towards Ivan with his plate of pizza and a bag of chips, and finally sat opposite Ivan.

"Yes, how about you?"

"I'm here for your school."

The man put one of the French fries in his mouth and chewed.

He chewed his food in small bites and looked graceful.

"For our school?"

"Yes, there is something I want to ask you. Have you found a mask in your school for such a long time?"

"No."

"Have you ever seen someone with green skin?" the man asked again.

Ivan was stunned for a moment, he had heard of this before, because it was almost a week, and he still remembered that he planned to block the green man who stole the pants that Jessica was talking about.

Now he remembered that Jessica had indeed said that the green man had mentioned the word mask.

But what does this have to do with this man?

"Why are you asking this?" Ivan asked nonchalantly.

"I ask, you answer." The man smiled.

This person seems to be very powerful... I have to answer when he asks? My problem is not a problem?

Pretty domineering.

"I won't answer." Ivan said lightly.

The man stared at Ivan with a restrained smile: "Mortal, let me repeat, I ask, you answer."

"Ordinary? This tone is quite loud, are you extraordinary?"

"Then don't blame me for reading your memory."

While talking, the man reached out his hand to Ivan's forehead. The one-centimeter airflow around his hand was fluctuating in a small range, and the middle finger was lit with a flickering white light, as if there was incredible magic on it.

With a sound of 'clang', his middle finger seemed to hit something, a burst of sparks shot out, and he quickly retracted his hand when he was caught off guard.

"What the hell?" The man stared at Ivan, realizing that things were not that simple.

"Or, do you mean...you are a god?" Ivan stared at the man.

The man took a deep breath, slowed down, and then he resumed his evil smile.

He said calmly: "You are right."