Hunter × Hunter: The Seven Deadly Sins

There were two people who suddenly appeared in the deep alley, and the one who spoke was a man wearing a white hooded sweater.

The other was wearing a hooded sweater mixed with purple and red.

"The person who appeared at this time..."

"Except for those who are arrogant and arrogant and die, they are people who are arrogant enough to believe that they are stronger than me."

Yilumi's low and cold voice echoed in the alley, and he slowly turned to face the two of them.

"You... which one do you think you are?"

"Ahahaha, don't say that."

The man in the white hood laughed loudly, stepped forward, and stood at a distance of seven meters from Illumi.

"You are a guest of this city, and we won't do anything to you."

"On the contrary, we are here to entertain you as the masters of this city."

Yilu lost his eyes and let the blood on his hands drip "tick tock", said solemnly.

"The master of the city?"

"Jing likes to pick up some nice words, but it's just a cancer that exists in the darkness of this city."

The man in the white hood spread his hands, not denying Ilumi's evaluation, but agreeing with his words.

"Well, what you said is actually correct."

"Looks like you already knew that, if that's the case, why do you dare to take such a heavy hand?"

Ilumi's face was gloomy, he knew what the other party was referring to, his opponent Yamashita Nio on the 150th floor.

"Being able to get that kind of tattoo, it seems that his status in your gang is not low."

That's right, Ilu fans already knew that Nio Yamashita was a gangster when he saw the tattoo on Yamashita's back during the game.

In some countries in this world, gangsters, like some countries in previous lives, have an unwritten rule that tattoos cannot be done casually.

Those who are gangsters, the higher the status, the larger the tattoo area that can be tattooed.

If it weren't for a real underworld boss, it would be impossible to get a large-scale tattoo like Yamashita Niwang, let alone a tattoo of Niwang.

"State your purpose."

Illumi intends to test the opponent's bottom to see what they want to do.

"It's very simple."

The man with the white hood said with a relaxed expression on his hips.

"Nioh Yamashita was originally going to play in an underground boxing match tonight."

"Since you beat him half to death, then his game will naturally be up to you."

The words of the white hood made Ilumi understand what kind of gangster the other party was. Obviously, the other party was a gangster with a wide range of activities.

Not only the sky fighting tower, but also the underground boxing competition, maybe there are their people on the 200th floor.

"What if I say no?"

The corners of Ilumi's mouth raised, he didn't like others forcing him to do things, and he didn't like people threatening him.

"Oh~?"

Hearing the words, the white hood lowered his head and smiled gloomily, took a step forward, lifted the hood over his head, revealing short golden hair.

"I come."

"Don't take action."

"Ah~" The figure in the purple sweater who had been silent for a while, sighed, took a step back, and replied.

"I see."

Illumi smiled, looked at the confident gestures of the two, and also took a step forward to confront him.

"Oh~ it's quite atmospheric, you two."

The man with short blond hair had a vicissitudes face, and his visual age was about 30 to 35 years old. His eyes were like a blade, scanning the whole body of Ilumi.

"Introduce yourself first."

"My name, Ewan Douglas, is a gangster and a fighter in an underground boxing match."

"First of all, I'm not fighting you because of the wretch of Nioh Yamashita."

"This is a business, not a personal grudge."

Iwan Douglas rubbed his shoulders, jumped up under his feet, raised his fists and threw a few punches. It could be seen that he was a puncher.

"I won't treat you like that, but you have to replace Nio Yamashita."

"Otherwise, you can lay me down in the morgue of the hospital."

Illumi didn't answer, Iwan Douglas' face sank, he rushed forward with a "swoosh", and threw a jab at Illumi.

"Shhhhhh...!"

Iwan Douglas kept throwing punches at Illumi, while Illumi kept swaying and dodging the opponent's punches.

The two attacked and flashed and came to the crossroads of the alley.

"It will only hide and hide like a mouse."

Iwan Douglas frowned, Illumi's small body was extremely flexible, and his punches were every bit of a millimeter.

Just as Illumi retreated to the intersection, Iwan Douglas's eyes flashed, and while throwing a fist, he raised his right leg and kicked Illumi's head.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, Iwan Douglas kicked a gap in the wall at the intersection of the alley, and stone fragments flew.

Ilumi had already noticed when he kicked out, and when he was about to be kicked, he squatted down and avoided his kick.

"Your kick, it's not home yet." Ilumi sneered.

When Ivan kicked out a gap in the corner of the wall, Illumi didn't do anything, the corner of his mouth raised, aiming at the opponent's crotch, and punching out.

"Bang!"

A sound of flesh and blood colliding sounded, accompanied by a faint sound of eggshells breaking.

"Uh uh uh ah ah..."

Iwan Douglas let out a scream and wailing in his throat. UU reading www.uukanshu.com covered his crotch with both hands, tapped on the ground with one foot, and bounced back three steps.

I stepped on a banana peel and fell to the ground with a bang, unable to get up again.

"High kicks are really defenseless."

"Are all the people in the underground boxing match your kind?"

Ilumi stood on the spot, squeezed his fists, and mocked with a smile.

"You guy, you look cruel, but you're actually an honest person."

Ivan Douglas covered his crotch on the ground tremblingly. After Illumi finished mocking him, he looked at the purple hooded figure behind him and chuckled.

"And you?"

"Aren't you going to fight me?"

The figure in the purple sweater was wearing a hood, so he couldn't see the expression above his mouth. The corner of the other's mouth was split open, revealing two rows of neat white teeth. He slowly stepped forward and said with a smile.

"You're pretty good, kid."

"Really, it's very good, it makes me feel a little itchy."

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, Iwan Douglas, who was lying on the ground, reached out and grabbed his ankle, preventing him from moving forward.

"Ah~?"

The figure in the purple sweater looked down at his feet, only to see Iwan Douglas looking at him with a firm expression and a hoarse voice.

"Didn't I tell you to stop shooting?"

"You're already dead, aren't you?"

The figure in the purple sweater looked at each other, the corners of his mouth cracked open, and he smiled.

"You... you bastard, stop underestimating me there!"

Iwan Douglas stood up with trembling legs and gritted his teeth.

"Pfft!"

With a soft sound, Iwan Douglas rolled his eyes up and fell back weakly.