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Chapter 265 - 265 175 Euler Euler (6000)_1

Chapter 265: 175 Euler Euler (6000)_1 Chapter 265: 175 Euler Euler (6000)_1 “Who? Me?”

The magician was stumped for a moment, still reeling from an earlier shock. This new baffling thing occurred: an unknown human suddenly appeared, said he appreciated him, and asked for his name.

It was as suspicious as a street salesman peddling insurance in a city. But this wasn’t a human city, but a fierce battlefield of New Humans.

The absurdity of it all left him speechless.

“Yes, exactly, I was talking about you.”

The tall youth nodded and then asked again.

“What’s your name?”

“I’m Bass.” The magician hesitated for a moment, then revealed his name.

At this point, the surrounding scene was somewhat bizarre, or rather, extremely bizarre. Soro and the members of the White Skull Organization, who were fighting fiercely earlier, all stopped and turned their gazes this way.

Those monstrous gazes made the magician and Catwoman feel as if they had needles in their backs, causing goosebumps to rise

They wanted to run away but dared not move.

“Nice name, sounds like a musical instrument I really like. Do you also like jazz?” Casio asked.

In truth, he was just trying to strike up a conversation. Yes, even though it was with a man. Casio wasn’t particularly skilled at using words to make friends, and his efforts so far were a result of his trying to be friendly. The long-haired man he met a few minutes ago serves as a typical example of when such efforts go wrong.

“Ah… I… I do like jazz quite a bit.”

The magician could feel the goodwill transmitted by Casio. Despite it being somewhat baffling, he scratched his head in response.

“It seems we have a shared interest…”

“You bastard! Where did you come from?”

Casio’s words were abruptly interrupted by a mohawked head.

From the corner of the street, a figure in a black combat uniform walked over. He was lean and muscular and sported an audacious hairstyle. Three silver metal rings adorned his ears and nose, giving him a futuristic look.

An aura of violent recklessness radiated from him. Two bloody mouths, each split vertically, scarred both sides of his face.

He could bare his neat and sharp white shark teeth.

This man looked at Casio and said, “You smell like a pure human. Just an ordinary person, what a disappointment…”

He glanced around, taking in the magician and Catwoman: “Two C-class little ones, you’ve wandered into the wrong place…”

Bang!

A sudden shadow swooped onto his face, producing a loud sound. The mohawked man’s face rippled as if it were a bloated mass of flesh. All three of his mouths opened to spray out a large amount of blood mist. Several teeth were propelled out, trailing blood, and landed on the ground with a plop.

As he fell back, he was caught by a big hand.

He was clutched by his hair and slowly hoisted up into the air.

His face throbbed with pain and his brain buzzed. He forced his fuzzy vision to focus. He knew he was in unprecedented danger.

Suspended in mid-air, the mohawked man opened his eyes.

In front of him was an angular and expressionless face, its eyes cold and indifferent, as if staring at a corpse.

“I hate it when people interrupt me.”

Thud!

Suddenly, the mohawked man felt pain in his chest, which collapsed, revealing a mess of shattered bone beneath. At least half of his ribs were broken, and blood and bone fragments poured out.

“How is this possible? He’s supposed to be an ordinary human!”

“Why is he so fast? So strong? Even I, a B-class New Human, couldn’t react in time!”

The mohawked man was shocked. He only saw a flash before him and then he was hit by a palm and a punch. Held up as if by a force, like a lamb to the slaughter.

“Besides, don’t you think you’re ugly?”

Casio looked at the mohawked man’s bloody, mashed face. Those three once intimidating mouths were now twisted together, like a lump of paste.

” Ugly people shouldn’t show their faces; they pollute my sight…” An intense killing intent rose, flaming like a bonfire in the night.

“Wait!”

From a distance, the deep voice of the team’s fourth leader could be heard.

Thud!

The mohawked man’s body was sent flying backward. His head exploded in mid-air like a watermelon, splattering in a fan-shaped burst.

What was left of the headless corpse fell heavily to the ground, flesh and muscles splitting apart to reveal hideous wounds. Arteries burst and blood sprayed out as if exploded.

Splatter splatter — the sound of fresh blood hitting the ground.

“You’ll pay for this!”

The massive figure of the dog-headed man retracted his gaze. Number Four’s ferocious eyes were riveted at Casio, murderous intent boiling over.

He was about to charge over when he suddenly halted.

His gaze gradually settled on the silver pocket watch in Casio’s hand.

“Where did you get that watch?!”

“This watch?” Casio wiped some blood droplets off the dial and casually replied, “I ran into a trench-coat-wearing nutcase. This watch was his, but now it’s mine.”

“Impossible! This silver skull watch is Number Two’s favorite pocket watch. He wouldn’t just give it to anyone!” Number Four widened his eyes, his ferocious dog face emanating a dangerous aura.

“I didn’t say he gave it… were you talking about that effeminate freak who can’t even understand human language? If so, I’ve already killed him.”