Crime Prison Island
Chapter 207 - 91: Seeing a Ghost!_2

Chapter 207: Chapter 91: Seeing a Ghost!_2

But the situation now was too grim, and it wasn’t the time for a drawn-out battle; more formidable enemies could arrive at any moment.

He lamented in his heart, realizing he was still too weak and lacked assistance.

"Silver Hand, if only you could help me," he said.

With a cold voice, Silver Hand declared, "I’ll help you kill him!"

Saying that, Silver Hand actually stepped forward and threw a punch towards Matsuda’s neck.

However, when the fist landed, it had no effect; it was just an illusion.

Matsuda even passed straight through Silver Hand, swinging his Demon Blade towards Gao Xin.

Gao Xin wasn’t surprised, but Silver Hand remained undeterred, seething with bloodlust, and swung a fist from behind Matsuda.

This time, however, it was different; Matsuda suddenly felt the hairs on his neck stand on end and, abandoning his pursuit of Gao Xin, he performed a tactical Somersault on the spot, instinctively dodging something.

He twisted his head in horror, but behind him were only his own men.

"Who! One of you has been swayed by him! You dare strike me! Seeking death?"

Matsuda couldn’t see Silver Hand and thought one of his men had tried to ambush him.

Scolding his subordinates and seeing no movement from them, he turned his attention back to Gao Xin.

However, Gao Xin stared in surprise behind him, "Silver Hand, let’s attack together!"

He swung his Demon Blade, fighting alongside Silver Hand.

Their combined bloodlust swirled together, giving Matsuda goosebumps all over.

Because he felt a menacing presence behind him... strong pheromones stimulating him.

Matsuda, battle-hardened and equipped with an "Alert Instinct" module, feared no ambush.

He was extremely sensitive to such hostility; if anyone locked their murderous intent on him, his entire body would react.

So close! Very close!

A chill went down the back of his neck, as if a fist was about to land on his throat!

Matsuda quickly fended off Gao Xin, turning around to strike, but only hit one of his own men.

"Who is it! Who is it?" he shouted.

"No, this murderous intent, why is it the same as yours?"

Matsuda felt as though he had seen a ghost.

The killing intent that appeared behind him was very similar to Gao Xin’s. But could a person’s intent to kill turn corners? How could it be present at both the front and back simultaneously?

This realization also made Gao Xin pause for a moment. Looking at the bloody mist centered around himself, he suddenly understood.

As an imaginary ally, Silver Hand could only influence him for the time being, which naturally included his blood energy! His pheromones, too.

For the purpose of stirring up the crowd, Gao Xin spread his blood energy far, filling the surrounding air with his pheromones.

This undoubtedly formed a hormone field.

Gao Xin could use it to agitate and influence the emotions of others, naturally including the dissemination of murderous intent through pheromones.

However, normally, this ability couldn’t manipulate the agitating hormones to form a complete hostility behind an enemy.

At least, the enemy shouldn’t truly feel as though someone is targeting them from behind with as much clarity as a locked-on killing intent.

The killing aura of everyone could only be released from the front.

But Gao Xin was different; he had Silver Hand.

Within the hormone field, Silver Hand could gather his pheromones, converging them as if another person was truly standing behind the enemy.

Essentially, this was Gao Xin’s subconscious manipulating the pheromones through thin air, forming a second ’human-shaped aura’.

Double sources of killing intent!

At this moment, this hormone field became his ’field of killing intent.’

He could release hostility and killing aura from any angle, targeting enemies in 360 degrees without a blind spot!

Following like a shadow, gnawing like maggots on bone, inescapable, akin to a nightmare!

"Damn it! I must be seeing things!" Matsuda cursed.

For the first time, Matsuda felt his keen intuition had become a burden.

Yet he couldn’t let down his guard, after all, there were indeed people behind him, his own men.

If any one of them, truly incited, were to ambush him, and he neglected to guard his back, wouldn’t that be disastrous?

In a duel between masters, the battle instinct is critical; he couldn’t possibly shut it down.

For a while, his fight with Gao Xin became extremely chaotic, to the point where he was actually being suppressed by Gao Xin.

"Attack, you fools! Stop crowding behind me!" Matsuda yelled as he rapidly retreated, allowing his black-clad men to take the front while he positioned himself on the outer perimeter.

Gao Xin took the opportunity to catch his breath, inwardly remarking on how difficult his adversary was.

Eagerly, he intensified his efforts, continuing to release hormones: "This guy, a Tiger Level executive, is too cowardly to face me, letting you underlings die instead."

"He just wants to use your lives to wear me down, so he can deliver the final blow himself."

"When the time comes, he’ll claim the credit, while you... will just be bones underfoot."

Gao Xin advanced step by step, swinging his Demon Blade, causing the group of black-clad men to fall back immediately.

They were swayed, their gazes unconsciously darting towards Matsuda, even showing hatred, full of resentment.

Upon seeing this, Matsuda thundered, "Don’t listen to her nonsense; I will shoot her down!"

He picked up a stone and hurled it with force.

But Gao Xin dodged swiftly, and the stone nearly hit one of the black-clad men.

Gao Xin’s voice immediately overshadowed Matsuda’s, "He’s trying to kill you now!"

"Think about how he treated you before! Death to those who disobey!"

His body’s blood energy spread wide, his voice booming like a temple bell.

Instantly, the eyes of about two hundred black-clad men reddened; the resentment of days past erupted at once, and their powerful emotions quickly overwhelmed their reason.

Seeing them stirred up, Matsuda Yoshiichiro bellowed like a lion, "You bastards! Are you revolting? Do not be bewitched!"

Seeing this, Gao Xin redoubled his efforts, pointing with his long sword: "Kill him! The Yakuza is being ruined by the likes of him; let’s rid our boss of this treacherous cur!"

"Whoever takes Matsuda Yoshiichiro’s cur’s head, a reward of 100,000 points, promotion to executive!"

He drew pie in the sky, but these people believed it.

The black-clad men’s minds buzzed, their emotions surged, and their desire swept away their reasoning! Like indulging in a fantasy within a dream, they fell into a frenzied state.

Suddenly, greed, anger, and resentment appeared on their faces, and the reverence for those above was forgotten.

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