Hunter × Hunter: The Seven Deadly Sins

Yilumi stood on the roof, looking at the gangster who smashed the light pole with his fist, and folded his arms.

"The first manifestation is increased strength."

But he remembered that when Spiro got it, he didn't seem to have this performance.

However, it is possible that because Spire was thinking of being a person with abilities, he did not show the increase in strength.

"What are you afraid of?"

Paul opened his arms and walked towards the two fellow gangsters, flicked his hair very chicly, and said with a smile.

"We are friends, I will not hurt you."

"Paul, how did you get that mask on?"

The two companions asked, he seemed to have no abnormality in spirit except for his great strength.

"do not know."

Paul replied casually.

"Can you take it off?"

A gangster asked, Paul froze for a moment, but pressed his hand to the edge of the mask.

"Well!"

Paul seemed to hold back a lot of strength, but he couldn't get it off anyway.

"What's going on? This mask!?"

His exaggerated movements and tone made the two companions look at him suspiciously.

"Why don't we help you take it off?"

Paul paused as he took off the mask, stepped back, and said.

"The strength of the two of you is not as good as mine alone, it is impossible to obtain it."

The two companions looked at each other and shrugged. The idea of ​​the three of them trying to sell their masks for money fell through, and they went back in a group along the way they came.

I met some acquaintances on the road, but they all thought his mask was fake, how could a little gangster have a golden mask.

Yilumi followed them all the way back to a dilapidated old house, which was their temporary home.

A week passed, and Paul and two fellow gangsters wandered around to find a sparsely populated place to test their strength.

When wandering around the streets, he often couldn't help but destroy something. At this time, Paul was still mentally normal.

In the second week, seven days, Paul clearly realized his own strength.

He is full of confidence, causing trouble everywhere, fighting, and even grabbing small territories, such as stadiums and the like.

In the third week, his confidence began to swell.

He was no longer content with playing around, and took two companions to other gangs' sites to steal cars.

On the way to steal the car, members of other gangs were beaten up, hung from the back of the car, dragged on the ground, and tortured for a long time.

As a result, he also had a falling out with the leader of the gang group that ran him.

In the fourth week, because they caused trouble everywhere, stealing things and fighting, they got into a lot of small gangs.

Finally one day, the group leader planned to teach this troublesome little gangster a lesson.

At this time, Paul's self-confidence expanded again, and his psychology and spirit began to appear abnormal.

No longer satisfied with his status as a punk, he killed the leader of the group who came to teach him a lesson, and took over the territory by violence himself.

In the fifth week, take people to the territory of other gangsters to make trouble and make trouble.

One person singled out dozens of people, smashing more than a dozen places in one night.

In the sixth week, his fame and deeds spread throughout the gray area, and everyone said he was a madman, a madman wearing a golden mask.

In the seventh week, the boss of his gang valued his strength and asked him to trade drugs with smugglers from other countries.

But on a whim, he turned out to be black and white, and killed all the people who came to trade.

As for the people on his side, he also killed only the first two gangsters.

"Paul, are you crazy!?"

Two of his fellow gangsters knelt on their knees, looking at him with fear in their faces, fear in their eyes.

Paul looked down at his hands, those blood-stained hands, at some point, turned into sharp claws of a devil.

Blue veins are looming, the fingers are long and slender, and the nails are black and sharp.

In the eighth week, the boss of the gang found out about gangsters eating gangsters. He secretly summoned his two companions and learned the whole story.

The gang leader summoned Paul to the headquarters, intending to use violence to snatch the golden mask from Paul's face.

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In an auto repair shop, [Tristin Thaddeus] is written on the nameplate of the office.

"Crunch~"

Paul was brought into the office by a gangster bodyguard.

He scanned the office. In addition to the seven bodyguards, two of his companions were also in the office.

A thin middle-aged man in a black suit jacket and a red shirt sat on an office chair.

With dark circles under the eyes, big dorsal hair, dark yellow skin, and dense tattoos on both hands from the fingers to the neck, he is the leader of the Thaddeus gang, Tristin Thaddeus.

"Patter..."

Tristin didn't look at Paul who came in. He happily opened a fir box with eight cigars neatly placed inside.

"Crack...click."

Put the cigar into the round hole of the cigar cutter, cut it off with a "click", then put the cigar into your mouth, and moisten it repeatedly with saliva.

"What can you do with me?"

Paul, who had been watching him all the time, finally spoke impatiently, without any respect for him in his tone.

"Crack..."

Tristin lit the cigar with a match, took a deep breath with his eyes closed, and exhaled another smoke ring.

Feeling the aroma of authentic cigars beautifully, he opened his eyes and slowly looked up at Paul.

"Paul, you don't even want to call me boss."

Paul, who was wearing a golden mask, didn't speak, and everyone couldn't see his expression, after all, he was wearing a mask.

"He couldn't hold back his killing intent."

At this time, Illumi turned into a gangster bodyguard and stood behind Tristin. Looking at Paul, who was full of malicious and murderous intent, the corners of his mouth lightly lifted.

"How is the deal I gave you?"

"The quantity of that shipment is very large, have you packed it all?"

Tristin held a cigar in his right hand, puffed out the clouds, and looked at Paul with a half-smile.

"almost."

Paul's tone was cold, but his heart became more and more anxious, his fingers trembled uncontrollably, and blue veins appeared.

"almost?"

Tristin pointed to his head with his right hand holding the cigar, and repeated in a mocking tone.

"You know, because of you! How many nuns have I lost?"

"Because of you! How many partners have I had a bad relationship with?"

"It's because of you, a damned bastard! How dare you cheat in the transaction!"

Tristin's tone became more and more serious. He unbuttoned his shirt and twisted his neck uncomfortably from side to side.

The chair was pushed away with a "click", and Tristin stood up suddenly, picked up the fir box with cigars in front of him and threw it at Paul.

"You stepped on a horse and killed labor and capital!"

"Killed fifty-seven loyal subordinates of labor and capital!"

With a cigar in his hand, Tristin walked to Paul's side step by step, and put his ear in front of his ear, with a low voice.

"Now others want me to give an account, and the people under me also want me to give an account."

"What do you think I should explain to them?"

Tristin raised the cigar in his hand to the height of Paul's ear, and slowly poked it towards his ear.

But at this moment, the killing intent and madness in Paul's heart could no longer be restrained, his eyes glowed red, and his pitch-black nails suddenly elongated.

"puff!"

Tristin, who was about to press the cigar on Paul's ear, was shocked, his eyes revealed disbelief, and he slowly lowered his head to look at his abdomen.

A feeling of coldness and warmth emerged at the same time, and besides that, there was a sharp pain.