The warden who guards the witches

The second generation of "Filthy Blood God of Death". When Aiden reported this name, the scene fell into a deathly silence.

No one in the underworld does not know the name of "Filthy Blood God of Death". It is a monster that can take anyone's head.

Too many underworld bosses who can cover the sky with one hand have died at the hands of this monster. As long as the enemy throws enough rewards to invite this monster, no matter how powerful you are or how many followers you have, it is difficult to keep your head.

When the Filthy Blood God of Death was active, the witch Mirujinu was at her most glorious. Many gang leaders who had contact with her would regularly pay "protection fees" to the killers she sent even if they did not have any murder commissions, in order to ask the other party not to take over the commissions against them.

After Avansha was imprisoned, Mirujinu, who lost this trump card, had a huge impact on the underworld, so that some gangs that had been offended by her in the past began to put a bounty on her head.

Anyone would have thought that under such a premise, Miru Jinu would definitely try her best to cultivate the next "Filthy Blood God of Death", but after so long without any movement, the people in the underworld began to assume that this witch could no longer raise such a gifted monster.

However, today, this boy stood in front of them and told them that he would inherit the title of "Filthy Blood God of Death".

This title is not something that everyone can bear. "Filthy Blood God of Death" is the synonym of the king of killers.

Next, something even more terrifying happened to them - the boy's body suddenly changed, and quickly expanded into a giant. The cloak that was originally loose enough to drag on the ground was suddenly propped up on him.

He slowly stepped over the janitor who was lying on the ground and almost peed in fear, walked to the desk, looked down at Carlo, and said in an extremely deep voice: "That's it, this is the case, do you understand?"

Carlo was shrouded in Aiden's shadow, and felt that his body was sweating like a punctured water bag.

None of the gangsters standing around the desk dared to move. The bound bodyguards were a lesson for them.

So far, no one dared to question whether the boy had the ability to call himself the second-generation "Dirty Blood God of Death". The two most famous points of the "Dirty Blood God of Death" in the underworld were the strange ability to change the body at will and the poisonous blood that killed people with blood.

As for the former, the second-generation God of Death has proved that he has exactly the same ability. No one at the scene wants to use their lives to make him prove the latter again.

This is exactly what Aiden hopes to achieve. Although pretending to be "the children of Meiliu Jinu" always seems to be taken advantage of by the witch, this is the most convenient way to make the gangsters identify him as a professional killer. The title of "Dirty Blood God of Death" can make him more deterrent to these people, which can not only increase the success rate of the plan but also save a lot of trouble.

The easiest way to make the other party agree with your role positioning is to put on a vest that the other party is familiar with.

Carlo nodded with difficulty and asked cautiously: "What do you want to do? Do you want money?"

His first thought was that this guy came to collect protection fees. If Mirujinu cultivated a second "bloody death god", it would not be a problem to restore the past glory.

But he couldn't figure out why Mirujinu would target him. The Skeleton Gang was a newly developed gang that had only recently grown and had no intersection with Mirujinu. He had only climbed to a senior cadre not long ago...

Eden, who turned into a giant, laughed "jiejie", like a corrupt crow: "Yes, money, and reputation. I need an assassination mission to make my name. Didn't Mr. Polpo issue a reward? I'm here to take that reward."

"Reward?" Carlo was stunned.

But the others in the room turned their eyes to him-it sounded like this killer really came to discuss business with their cadres.

"It's hard to say this kind of thing in front of people, I understand." Aiden nodded as if he understood very well, "Let the others go out, we can have a good talk."

"Talk--"

Carlo was about to ask "What to talk about", but he only said one word and swallowed it back, because a dark claw suddenly stretched out from the shadow of Aiden covering him and patted him on the shoulder.

"I believe Mr. Polpo is sincere and is not playing tricks on us." Aiden said with a smile and repeated, "Come on, let the others go out, just the two of us have a good talk."

Carlo understood his situation. His life was now in the hands of the other party. He could only do what the killer said.

"You, go out." Carlo barely maintained his composure and ordered his men in the room, "All go out."

At the same time, Aiden controlled the Shadow Demon to let go of the bodyguards.

Everyone hurriedly pushed and squeezed to leave the room without any hesitation, and the last person even closed the door very "considerately".

Even without the orders from the cadres, they really didn't want to be in the same room with a killer who could kill them at any time.

There were only two people left in the room. Aiden slowly retreated to one side of the wall, folded his hands and stood against the wall. This was a position that was difficult to be blindly sniped through the door and window.

With Daly's shadow demon protecting him, he was almost invincible in this lighted room. Even if multiple gunmen rushed into the room and prepared to draw their guns and shoot at him, he could use the opponent's shadow to counterattack all of them in an instant.

He only needs to be prepared for long-range attacks that he cannot see. In order to deal with gun battles, the walls of the gang's stronghold are very thick and the windows are very small. They are quite good bunkers. He only needs to pay a little attention to his position to ensure his absolute safety. .

Carlo sat down in his chair again, using his experience in the gang to barely maintain his aura.

After a while, he tried to speak in a calm tone and spoke to the "killer" in the room: "Let me tell you, is there any misunderstanding between us? I have never--"

Aiden didn't answer the question: instead he interrupted him directly: "Take out the money."

"What?" Carlo was confused again.

"Take out the money, is it difficult to understand? There must be money in your office, including valuables. Take out all of it." Aiden continued.

Sure enough, protection money is still required... So just say no just now? It would be a good idea to ask him to keep a younger brother to help carry the money.

Carlo was still confused, but now his life was in the hands of the other party. He had to follow what the other party said. Money could be looted from the stores on the territory, but if his life was lost, he could not get it back.

"How much do you want?"

"Take out as much as you have in this room."

This behavior pattern is completely unlike what Meirujinu would do. Instead, it looks like a robber. But Carlo no longer dared to question the other party's identity. He had to go to the safe in the corner, open it, take out all the cash and precious metals and put them into a sack.

"Don't put it in a bag, just put it on the table and put it neatly." Aiden added.

Carlo turned back in surprise: "What on earth are you going to do?"

"Do as I say, it's okay. I won't take it away, just take a look." Aiden simply replied.

Carlo was completely confused now.

Is this person... a lunatic?