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Chapter 339 - 339 204 Grim Reaper Amos (4200) (Thanks to Book Friend

Chapter 339: 204 Grim Reaper Amos (4200) (Thanks to Book Friend Yi Yan for the 5000 Qidian Coin Reward) _2 Chapter 339: 204 Grim Reaper Amos (4200) (Thanks to Book Friend Yi Yan for the 5000 Qidian Coin Reward) _2 Xia La shook her head: “It’s not me, it’s Tom. Uncle has been missing for a long time and Tom has been craving broccoli cream soup these past few days.” She scratched her head and laughed: “Uncle, remember to make more soup. Tom loves it; I estimate there might not be enough…”

Casio’s hand chopping vegetables suddenly stopped, he slowly turned his head to look at Xia La’s smiling face, and shook his head: “Two little rascals.”

“They are quite clever.”

Bonk!

Xia La’s head was also ruthlessly thumped.

“What rubbish about broccoli cream soup, Tom’s favorite is the mushroom soup I make. Stop probing, aren’t you two tired?”

Casio washed his hands and spoke wordlessly. He had just praised Xia La for being clever, saying she knew him better than Tom did.

Looking at it now, she was indeed clever, but in the wrong way.

Fifteen minutes later.

“Come have dinner, let me explain properly to you both…”

Casio waved his hand, Xia La and Tom looked at each other and then tiptoed over to sit by the table.

Half an hour passed quickly.

All the food on the teak round table was eaten and Tom and Xia La finally believed Casio, who seemed like a different person after transforming.

As for Casio, he simply shared secrets and embarrassing incidents that only the three of them or only Casio and either Xia La or Tom knew. Eventually, among Tom’s blushing face, this little drama came to an end; because Casio revealed that Tom had a crush on Miss Chiara, Tom completely believed him.

Not only did he believe him, he was on the verge of kneeling on the spot.

At one in the afternoon, on the white crescent-shaped balcony.

Casio held a cup of coffee, facing the sunlight, gaze overlooking the scene below. A gentle breeze skimmed his wide-open jacket, soft and serene.

The sunlight shone on the white fabric, producing a reflection.

Inside the house, a brass gramophone was operating, the melodious song coupled with the gentle breeze was somewhat pleasant. A coffee pot was still sitting uncleaned on the coffee table in the middle of the sofa. The stylus was against the vinyl record, the deep humming noise continued to flow into his ears.

Casio stopped his breath which had been endlessly hissing like a snake, lifted his hand and took a normal sip of coffee.

As he put it down, his expression suddenly became extremely indifferent.

He lifted the white porcelain cup again and took several small sips in succession.

Once again putting it down, his face changed back to an unusual dominant expression.

He directly picked up the coffee cup, drained it in one gulp.

“Ha…”

Casio exhaled a long breath and returned to his main personality.

He was familiarizing himself with the process of switching personalites and adjusting to the changes that the Demon Idol’s Secret Martial Art brought to him. Only when he placed his hand on his right chest, feeling the heavy heartbeat, did he recall the thrilling and magical experience of the past few days.

He was really just a tad away from completely losing himself.

Taking a deep breath, Casio suddenly saw a boy in a black and white suit outside the gate, looking up at him, smiling with a cigarette hooked on the corner of his mouth.

Their eyes met, time seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

The boy suddenly made a move and snapped his fingers lightly.

A sharp whistling sound pierced the air directly towards Casio, the air only had a glint of silver light that was imperceptible to the eye.

Ding!

Three centimeters in front of Casio’s eyebrows.

Two slender white fingers clamped onto a silver thread in the middle. The thread was taut, straight as a rebar.

Whoosh!

The silver metallic thread was suddenly pulled back, the boy in the suit turned around and departed in the direction of the street to the east.

Casio’s gaze flickered, he unfolded his two fingers, a slight trace of blood was visible, the skin was broken. Casio’s expression didn’t change, he braced his right hand on the black balcony railing.

The whole person jumped directly from the second floor; he landed lightly after a roll. Then, with a few steps, he vaulted over the enclosure wall.

Like an agile cheetah, following the trace.

Both of them were extremely fast and seemed not the least interested in concealing their traces. Yet even so, pedestrians on the road didn’t notice anyone brushing past them.

At most, they just felt a rush of wind hit them in the face.

When they turned their heads or bodies to look, there was no one to be seen.

Several of the more timorous ones even thought they had encountered a ghost.

Northern Flow City, east, Flower Basket Park.

Compared to other many parks, Flower Basket Park was much more secluded, hence, it was quite peaceful. Ginkgo leaves were swirling in the wind, and the warm afternoon sun shone on the cobblestone path. A white marble statue in the center was spouting water into the pool.

Everything shone with rippling light, creating an aura of tranquility.

A string of faint footsteps approached.

The flock of pigeons that had gathered by the pool suddenly took flight, alighting on the red roof of a distant church, peering down from above.

On the circular path surrounding the park’s fountain, a dark-haired young man halted, looking with interest at something behind him.

Casio engaged in a slow, measured walk on the cobblestone path.

“Who are you? From a concealed school of the southern Secret Martial Arts World?”

His walking posture leaned slightly forward, taking slow steps on the balls of his feet. In case of any unexpected event, Casio could surge forward.

Reacting promptly to any situation.

“Secret Martial Arts School? It seems you are part of the Secret Martial Arts World…”

The dark-haired young man lightly squeezed his right hand, attempting to appear nonchalant, as though he had absolute confidence in his own strength.

He sized up Casio: “Li Wei, you should be thanking me. The Shadow Organization’s sewer rats had their eye on those two kids. If it were not for my Black Mechanisms stepping in and handling them, those two kids would surely have been captured…”

As the dark-haired young man adjusted his glasses, looking Casio up and down, he uttered, “You don’t look like the pictures the rats provided, did you use a disguise? Glass?”

“Even the height, body shape, and gender could be changed, how interesting…”

“Who exactly are you?”

The dark-haired young man smiled slightly, bent over, and performed a gentlemanly courtesy: “Federal Espionage Bureau, Class 13, Black Mechanism…”

“Amos, codename: the Grim Reaper.”

“Federal Espionage Bureau?”

Upon hearing these words, Casio frowned. Clearly, it was an agency under the jurisdiction of the official Hong Li Federation. It represented government official power. He had never encountered a supernatural force of the federal government before, so there was a hint of uncertainty in his eyes.

The dark-haired boy named Amos naturally took a step forward, just about to speak, but his expression suddenly changed.

Meanwhile, Casio – positioned about five meters away from him – also looks taken aback.

Right between his eyebrows.

The shallow cross imprint there suddenly lit up with red light.

He could feel something within his head vibrating.

Across from him, Amos’s expression cooled instantly. His previously affable demeanor now cold as ice. An aura as somber as an autumn breeze rose, his round glasses reflecting the sunlight.

He suddenly swung his gloved hands forward – whoosh!

Ten-odd metallic threads flew out – some embedded themselves in the cement ground, some wound themselves around the statue, some pierced the tree trunks. Instantly, centered around Amos, a bright silver spider web made of metal threads appeared in sight, with diameter over tens of feet.

The last remaining white pigeon on the ground was scared into flight.

Flapping its wings, it attempted to make its way to the church roof beside them.

Slash!

It accidentally ran into a thread hanging in the air, its body sharply cut into two. It fell onto the ground with a thud, its viscera spilling out from the cross-section.

That thread trembled slightly, blood starting to drip from it.

Amos looked at Casio across from him, blew a smoke ring.

“The resonance occurs when the possessors of ‘Pieces of The Gates’ are near each other. The Shadows told me that you had contact with the Gate Organization, and this proves they were correct. Not only did you come into contact with them, you possess a piece, which means you’re definitely a core member!”

Casio paused slightly. The reason for his sudden change in demeanor turned out to be this. Li Wei had indeed had contact with the Gate Organization, but he was not a core member, but peripheral.

That kind of peripheral member who benefitted from information exchanges on the platform, without access to the core business and true intentions of the Gate Organization.

“I’ve been trying to find you guys for a very long time, almost fifteen years. During these fifteen years, I’ve been training non-stop, developing the otherworldly power within my body, fighting against the strong to hone my skills, all for one thing!” Amos raised his index finger, wrapped by seven or eight metallic threads, “All the tortures you guys did to me, I will return all of it to you. No, I will return it a thousandfold, a hundredfold!”

The clattering sound of the metal wires resonating filled the air…

All the metallic threads began to vibrate, pulled taut by a massive force. They shivered violently, and all the threads were retracted. A large pit broke open in the ground, tree trunks were sawn off, the top half of the stone statue shook teetered about to fall.

The silver metallic thread, like furious rain, with its fierce cutting and piercing force, fiercely attacked Casio.