Couldn’t you have reported to me in advance?
Klein looked at Truman with frustration, unable to help complaining inwardly about Truman’s recklessness!
But the look in Klein’s eyes appeared to Truman as a very dangerous signal!
“What is he regretting?”
“Has he already resolved to fight to the death without retreating?”
Seeing the strange expression on Klein’s face didn’t seem fake, Truman scanned the Nighthawks in the field who were gradually recovering, and his gaze turned ruthless!
“I can’t drag this out any longer!”
With that thought, Truman no longer hesitated.
He quickly tucked the crystal ball into his bosom, picked up the Antigonus family notebook from the ground with his black-gloved right hand, then took the Beyonder characteristic that had precipitated from the slain Tuxedo Clown.
He glanced back at Sealed Artifact 2-049 lying not far from Leonard Mitchell, and finally restrained his greed!
….
On the outskirts of Tingen City, a house with a lush green lawn, a fragrant garden, and a dark red chimney stood.
Behind the bedroom window was a desk, on which lay an ordinary-looking notebook!
A somewhat pale hand holding an ordinary feather pen wrote something in the notebook.
{Sealed Artifact ‘2-049’ arrived in Tingen.
Using this Antigonus family puppet, the Nighthawks team found the whereabouts of the Antigonus family notebook.}
{Truman, from the Demoness Sect, learned of this information in advance through a clerical member of the Nighthawks team.
He followed the Nighthawks covertly, waiting for an opportunity.}
{Ray Bieber’s digestion progress was interrupted, and he degenerated into a out of control monster.
The Nighthawks coordinated to eliminate him.}
{Leonard, harboring secrets, discovered the trailing Truman, but decided to hold back for now, confident that the other party would reveal themselves.}
{A Secret Order member prepared to attack while the Nighthawks and the out of control monster were both weakened.
Facing the sudden appearance of a third party, he chose to temporarily join forces with Leonard to deal with this unmarked interloper.}
{The Secret Order member and Leonard coordinated well.
However, Truman, from the Demoness Sect, seemed to possess exceptional intuition and rich combat experience.
In just a few exchanges, the two were easily taken down.}
{After eliminating all enemies on the field, Truman seemed wary of the Antigonus family notebook so close at hand.
He appeared to be waiting for something and hesitated to act.}
{The supposedly unconscious Klein once again woke up early in an inexplicable manner.
His awakening placed a wordless pressure on Truman, who did not want to face six fully recovered Nighthawks at once.}
{Truman decisively picked up his spoils. New chapters come out on g.com first.
After obtaining the Antigonus family notebook, he prepared to also take Sealed Artifact 2-049…} — crossed out
{Although Truman restrained his greed and did not take both the Antigonus family notebook and the Antigonus family puppet at the same time, this did not affect the progression of events.}
{The suddenly awakened Klein happened to be in Truman’s only path of escape.
His struggling appearance aroused Truman’s vigilance.
Meanwhile, the already defeated Leonard also seemed to be struggling to continue fighting.}
{Truman now deeply realized how troublesome and stubborn these two Nighthawks were.
To ensure he could smoothly escape their pursuit, he decided to kill these two unexpected elements himself.}
….
Dock District, Warehouse Complex.
Truman felt a deep disgust toward Klein and Leonard, who were still putting up futile resistance.
To ensure his own safety, Truman did not intend to carry two supernatural items that could ‘resonate’ with each other at the same time!
Truman chose to take the Antigonus family notebook that Mr.
Fool needed, and abandoned the easily obtainable Sealed Artifact 2-049—the Antigonus family puppet.
Truman was somewhat wary of Sealed Artifact 2-049, which could track the Antigonus family notebook.
His plan was to find an opportunity after leaving to pray to Mr.
Fool and pass off this hot potato.
But if someone didn’t give him the time to escape and dispose of the evidence, Truman’s situation would become very bad.
“If you had just obediently stayed unconscious, your whole team would have had a chance to survive without losses!”
Truman glanced at the other four Nighthawks still unconscious.
A hint of pity and mockery flickered beneath his hood.
“You’re seeking death yourselves—why drag your teammates down with you?
Do you have a grudge?
Or is living not good enough for you?”
Truman tilted his head and said eerily to Klein and Leonard, who were tied up like dumplings and squirming on the ground.
“What are you going to do?”
Klein now suddenly realized something was wrong.
He looked at the Antigonus family notebook in Mr.
Lovers’ hand and Sealed Artifact 2-049, which could track the notebook, and suddenly realized that his awakening had forced Mr.
Lovers into a position where he had to make a choice.
Truman’s fingers held several limp paper napkins.
The ability to turn paper into weapons activated, and several sharp paper blades were thrown in succession at the vital points of all six Nighthawks present.
Truman didn’t have much ill will toward the Nighthawks of the orthodox churches, but often people’s actions depend on their position rather than simple likes or dislikes.
He either killed none and took nothing, or killed all and left no future trouble!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Sharp paper blades cut through the air.
Klein’s pupils suddenly contracted.
He rolled awkwardly on the ground, covered in dust and blood.
But it was all in vain.
He dodged the first and second paper blades, but the third and fourth were positioned exactly where Klein currently was and where he was about to roll to!
Klein could only stare wide-eyed at the knives flying toward his throat.
Death approached silently, and Klein was about to crack under the pressure and call out ‘Mr.
Lovers’—the Tarot Club codename.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Several gunshots rang out, and the paper blades closing in on Klein suddenly turned back into limp napkins and fell to the ground.
Whoosh~
Klein, whose heart had nearly leaped out of his throat, finally let out a long sigh of relief.
Only now did he have the presence of mind to turn and look at where the gunshots had come from.
Klein really wanted to break free from the ropes binding him, but as a Seer, he neither had the strength to break the bonds nor the skills to escape them.
At the center of the Nighthawks’ loose formation, Truman, who had been spinning with his cloak spread, froze mid-motion!
Not far from his feet was Sealed Artifact 2-049, which had slid over!
A strange power suddenly erupted, attempting to contaminate his spirituality!
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T/N: Looks like shits hitting the fan.