American Comics: BOSS Invasion

"Haha, someone's coming out! It's a woman in white!"

"I see her too! It's a woman, a really beautiful woman. Wait, there's more behind her! This is fantastic!"

"What are those bastards inside doing? It only took a dozen women to make them run out? But this suits me just fine. Women like this are worth a lot of money! Haha, everyone get out of the way, this one's mine!"

"What do you mean 'yours'? Get lost! She's mine!"

The appearance of Tomie made the old schemers waiting outside unable to restrain themselves. One after another, they rushed forward, using all their skills to snatch Tomie.

In the midst of the chaos and darkness, no one noticed that women seemed to be constantly pouring out from the large iron gate, each one looking almost identical, each with the same figure and skill.

Moreover, the number had long exceeded a dozen, but the sounds of fighting inside still hadn't stopped.

On the contrary, the originally blocked gate would inadvertently reveal a few gaps, which were seized upon by the clever devils guarding the entrance, who rushed inside.

Time passed little by little, and the sounds of wild laughter and miserable screams never ceased, the noisy and chaotic situation continuing unabated.

The fighting inside the tavern never stopped, and the number of people who had poured in had long exceeded a hundred. Even as time passed, there was a constant stream of people coming, and countless guys tried to take advantage of the situation and get some benefits.

But there were still some perceptive guys who noticed something was wrong.

One guy punched Tomie, saw with his own eyes the severed neck return to normal, and caught a glimpse of several huge blood cocoons bursting open, with several Tomies dressed exactly alike jumping out to join the battlefield.

This guy's hair stood on end. He paused, then threw himself towards the sewage ditch, screaming miserably, "This is a trap!"

Bang!

With a muffled sound, his body flew out and smashed against the wall. The enormous impact caused him to spit out a mouthful of blood, mixed with fragments of internal organs.

It looked like he was about to die.

A Tomie appeared beside him, grabbed his hair, and threw him directly into the tavern across the sewage ditch.

The surroundings were silent for a moment, and then it was as if a pot had exploded.

If they still couldn't see that this was a trap by now, they might as well throw their brains away.

The rats who had been lured in scrambled to escape. After their heads cooled down, they finally realized what was wrong.

When they saw the densely packed Tomies nearby, almost blocking all the passages, their blood ran cold.

If they had been attracted by money and beauty just now, now they were controlled by the fear of escaping for their lives. In order to escape, they no longer cared whether those around them were their own people. As long as someone was in the way, they would not hesitate to slash them down.

What about the rats surrounded in the center? As if foreseeing the desperate scene they might encounter later, they all burst out with all their strength, and even the life-saving trump cards they had hidden for a long time were used without hesitation.

Their killing power was indeed not weak. Tomie couldn't completely resist, and almost every moment, a large number of Tomies were cut into mincemeat.

If they had used such methods thirty minutes ago, let alone escape, they could have charged in from the front without any problem. But times had changed. Thirty minutes later, the number of Tomies had already expanded to an exaggerated level. Looking around, they were all women wearing white uniforms, with imitation veils around their heads, and slender short swords hanging from their waists.

The fighting inside the tavern had long ended. Old Man and his men occupied a corner of the room, surrounding a medical kit, and simply treating their injuries.

Rokuro and Kuro occasionally helped, without saying a word throughout the process.

Old Man didn't put on a show of generosity by saying comforting words, he just remained silent, occasionally looking up at Qishan, his gaze heavy enough to make people feel sorry for him.

Even if the Evil God Cult didn't come to pester him again, those rats who had suffered great losses, and the rats behind them, would never let Old Man go.

It was foreseeable that if Old Man and the others didn't join the Evil God Cult, there would probably be no other way out except to leave Tianzhiguo as soon as possible.

Not only Old Man could see this obvious situation clearly, but also the Fallen Samurai and Baldy.

The eyes of several people exchanged from time to time, although there was some helplessness, but in order to live a better life, sometimes they had to bow their heads.

Rokuro and Kuro couldn't help but look towards the hall, especially the open space in front of the bar. Before, this was just an ordinary open space.

But now, it was already piled up with unconscious freaks.

They had witnessed the whole process.

Tomie's combat power might be a bit lacking, but her exaggerated regeneration ability was enough to make up for all her shortcomings.

Now, in addition to being neatly arranged in a circle, there were two extra Tomies who had been guarding Qishan's side. Although they were separated from the same individual, they had a clear distinction between primary and secondary.

They acted very tacitly, and could naturally form a cooperative attack group without even having to communicate verbally.

These rats might be very powerful in individual combat, but they were still no match for the immortal Tomie.

From initially being at a slight disadvantage, to fighting back and forth with them, to later being able to knock these guys down with a wave of their hands.

The speed of growth was amazing.

With such guys at the bottom of the Evil God Cult, plus a leader of unknown depth, as long as they didn't provoke the ninjas, perhaps they could develop and grow.

The battle lasted for less than an hour. As the outside gradually quieted down, one after another, the unfortunate ghosts covered in injuries and unconscious were sent in.

Like garbage, they were casually thrown on the ground by Tomie, piled up high.

Qishan glanced at them and said, "Adding everyone together, there are probably three hundred people. Not bad, not bad. It's already rare for you to know how to use borrowed strength at such a young age. This time, consider your assessment passed!"

Kuro said excitedly, "Old Man, you can go!"

Old Man sighed in his heart, slowly stood up, walked to Qishan and knelt on one knee: "Leader, please accept us into the Evil God Cult too!"

Kuro opened his mouth wide in disbelief. Rokuro looked at Old Man, a trace of incomprehension flashed in his eyes, and then he understood a little.

He glanced at his younger brother and sighed in his heart.

My foolish otouto, Old Man had no choice from the beginning!