Hunter × Hunter: The Seven Deadly Sins

In the hotel room, Illumi looked at the golden mask on the bed with his eyes downcast.

"What is the specific ability of this mask?"

Yilumi picked up the mask and looked at it carefully. Except for a missing corner on the right chin, the golden mask was intact.

The gold mask is not cast, but pieced together with pieces of gold, with black lines between each piece of gold.

A large number of black lines form a complex pattern, each piece of gold is integrated, and the manufacturing process is very precise.

Gently turning the wrist, the golden mask exudes a trace of icy breath.

Illumi held the golden mask in his hand, threw it into the air, turned his right hand into a blade, and swung it vigorously.

"when!"

First, there was a clash of gold and iron on the golden mask, and it hit the wall with a "bang", and one-third of the mask was inserted into the wall.

"Crack..."

Yilumi stepped forward to remove it from the wall, and withstood a blow with 50% of his strength, without a trace.

"Why don't you find someone to test it out."

Yilumi glanced at the news host on TV, held the mask in his hand, and walked towards the door. When walking, a white light lit up from the bottom of his feet, and passed over his head from bottom to top.

"Crack."

When he opened the door, he had completely turned into the host who was hosting a news broadcast on TV.

Illumi left the hotel and went all the way to the gray area of ​​the city.

Blanca is the southern border city of the United States of America, where there are criminals, smugglers, drug dealers, gangsters, etc. from various countries.

"clatter…"

On the brightly lit street, Yilumi, who looks like a news anchor, stepped on the hard ground, making crisp footsteps.

"Hahaha……"

The three punks in front gathered together, laughing wantonly. Illumi brushed past them.

"Hey!"

Suddenly, a punk-haired punk stopped laughing, turned sideways and shouted fiercely at Yilu Riddle.

"Hey, you guy, don't you need to say sorry when you meet someone else?"

Illumi paused, turned his back to them, but said nothing, there was an unspeakable sense of oppression in the air.

"Paul, forget it."

The other two punks felt the weird atmosphere, put one hand on the man's shoulder, and dissuaded him.

The eyelids of the person named Paul also twitched, and he felt an inexplicable aura emanating from the person in front of him, making people feel that his breathing was hindered.

"Gulu..."

The gangster's throat was throbbing, and the longer Illumi stayed, the more oppressive the space felt.

"That, that, I was wrong just now."

The little bastard named Paul swallowed his saliva, his voice trembling weakly.

"I have something."

Suddenly, Illumi, who had been silent all this time, turned around and held up a golden mask.

"This is an ancient secret treasure with a history of thousands of years, worth at least 50 billion ring nuns."

Illumi stood in the backlight, and the colorful neon lights shone on him, leaving only a shadow on his face.

"Give it to you."

Illumi casually threw the golden mask at their feet, and when the three punks focused on the mask, it disappeared instantly.

"Where are people?"

The three punks suddenly realized that they looked around, but they couldn't find the person who threw away the golden mask.

The gangster named Paul bent down to pick up the golden mask, and carefully studied the mask in his hand with the help of the street lights.

"It seems to be true."

The Sanming punks gathered together, each touching the golden mask with their hands.

"Let's take it for appraisal, and the money from the sale will be divided between three people."

One of the gangsters suggested, and the other two nodded in agreement.

"But, it shouldn't be a troublesome thing."

"For example, being robbed by some desperadoes."

"Let's hide it well, let's get rid of him quickly."

The three gangsters discussed, hid the golden mask, and left the street sneakily.

"A little bit of self-control."

Illumi walked out of an alley beside him, looked at the three people walking quickly in the distance, and commented.

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"Da da da……"

The three of them were walking around quickly, and they were carrying heavy treasures, so they were naturally very nervous.

However, at this moment, the gangster named Paul became struggling for some reason, reached into his arms, and took out the golden mask.

"Paul, hide it now."

The gangster on the left saw him take out the mask, and his face tightened.

"Hurry up and hide, this is the territory of the Prescott family gang, and it will be robbed."

The gangster on the right also changed his expression, and reached out to hold Paul's arm, trying to press the mask on his hand back into his arms.

But what surprised him was that he couldn't press Paul's arm.

Without thinking too much, he directly touched the mask in Xiang Paul's hand, intending to take it over and put it in his arms.

"call…"

An even more surprising scene appeared. The moment he was about to touch the mask, Paul raised his arm, pressed it on him, and pushed him away.

"Finally, I couldn't bear it anymore."

The figure of Illumi appeared on the edge of the roof above the heads of the three of them, looking down at the three gangsters who were arguing below.

"Paul?"

The gangster on the left looked at his companion's struggling face, felt something was wrong, and slowly backed away.

"Quick, help him throw away that mask!"

The gangster who was pushed to the ground by Paul turned his brain, and immediately thought of the reason why his companion made such a move.

"No one will touch it!"

Paul roared at them with a ferocious expression, holding up the mask with both hands, his eyes were red.

"Huh~huh~"

Breathing more and more heavily, Paul slowly pressed the golden mask on his face under the irresistible temptation.

It fits perfectly, as if the mask itself was made for him.

"Paul?"

The two gangsters looked at their companions who put on the masks, called softly with fear on their faces, and stepped back slowly.

At this moment, they were even more sure of the weirdness of the mask.

It's obviously just a simple mask, without even a fixed thread, how did it fit on the face?

"Well, what does this feel like?"

Paul, who put on the mask, trembled all over, only feeling something burning in his body, which was extremely warm.

"Crackling..."

At the same time, he clenched his hands into fists, and due to his strength, his knuckles made a "crackling" sound.

"strength."

"A power I've never felt before."

Seeing that he did not show any desire to attack, his two companions looked at each other and tried to ask Paul.

"Paul, how are you feeling?"

"Feel?"

Paul took a deep breath of air, his whole body seemed to be completely let go, and he opened his arms exaggeratedly.

"This feeling is better than ever."

"I found out, I love this feeling."

After speaking, Paul glanced left and right, as if looking for something.

He locked his eyes on a street lamp beside the street, stepped towards the lamp, and swung his fist at the lamp post.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang.

Under the unbelievable gazes of the two companions, the steel street light pole was broken by his punch and fell to the ground with a "bang".