Lord Shenxiu
Chapter 282: Tearing Apart (Request for Monthly Votes)

Chapter 282: Chapter 282: Tearing Apart (Request for Monthly Votes)

Originally, Sinisi looked down on the figures of the mysterious world.

In his view, as long as one was human, they would turn into a puddle of mush under the typewriter.

Wasn’t how the Notting Hill family operated always this straightforward and direct?

To deal with Li Wei, just find a shooter and straightforwardly send a bullet through the opponent’s forehead.

Even if the opponent was highly skilled, they couldn’t withstand a team of people shooting at them with typewriters!

At the very least, they could kidnap the opponent’s family to force a compromise.

Although kidnapping and extortion were Gambina’s main business, the Notting Hill family was equally skilled in this area.

All this changed when he met that wizard from the Voodoo religion.

Thinking of the terrifying experiences he had previously encountered, Sinisi couldn’t help but shudder; ’The Clan Leader was right, only mystery can fight mystery, we should leave professional matters to the professionals!’

Just then, a dark object was thrown in through the window, the fuse still burning fiercely, about to reach its end.

"Bomb!"

Sinisi’s blood rushed to his head in an instant, and he stiffened on the spot.

Fortunately, his quick-witted subordinate quickly tackled him to the ground.

Boom!

The next moment, a deafening explosion sounded, making his eardrums buzz.

A great deal of dust fell, and Sinisi crawled up clumsily, only to find that what was lying on him was already a corpse.

The loyal subordinate who was covering him was bleeding from his head, already breathless.

He stood up covered in dust to see that the previously relaxed room had turned into a bloody hell.

Limbs and severed parts were everywhere, blood flowed in streams, and shattered organs smeared the walls.

"Enem... enemy..."

Sinisi muttered to himself, yet he felt his limbs not obeying his brain’s commands, his eardrums still rumbling.

In a daze, he saw four people rush in, each holding a typewriter, and like sweeping trash, they pinned him against the wall.

"All perimeter shooters cleared."

The man with scars on his face looked cold and suddenly pulled out a silver-white metal flask, opened the lid, and viciously gulped down a mouthful of cold blood.

Snap!

Deep in the farmhouse, the door where the wizard resided suddenly opened, and out walked a short, dark-skinned man dressed like a roaming hippie.

"You... will pay the price for disturbing me!"

The wizard spoke in broken Mesoamerican language, and simultaneously, his eyes seemed to burst forth with a terrifying glow, sweeping over everyone.

Sinisi immediately felt weak in his limbs and as if a great mountain was pressing down on his spirit, his body completely unable to move, he slumped to the ground.

’Those eyes, the eyes from the abyss of Hell... we haven’t lost yet; we still have the wizard...’

His eyes filled with hope, he looked towards the scar-faced man holding the gun, but noticed the other’s hand was still steadily gripping the typewriter.

"Crossfire, fire!"

Suddenly, the man with scars roared, pulling the trigger.

Dada!

Dada!

A stunning barrage of fire formed a network, leaving no area around the wizard untouched.

The fearsome metal storm completely tore apart the opponent’s body, turning him into a mess of flesh.

Sinisi looked on dumbfounded, as if in a trance.

This was a wizard! A true person of mystery!

Even the Clan Leader of the Notting Hill family had to treat him with respect.

He had once seen the man create a curse doll from strands of hair, easily snatching away the life of an unfortunate soul, as well as witnessed bodies of Resurrected Corpses modified by him, not only possessing immense strength but also immune to all diseases and pains.

He knew too well that ordinary people were like ants in front of a Wizard.

But now, Sinisi felt as if something inside him had suddenly collapsed.

Some chunks of flesh and blood splattered onto his face, bringing a warm sensation.

’It turns out... Wizards’ flesh and blood are just like this...’

Sinisi watched as Scarface and the others easily turned the Wizard into a honeycombed mess of rotten meat, then pointed his gun skyward, murmuring to himself as if in silent prayer.

"Flesh is weak..."

Scarface bowed his head, paying a few seconds of silent tribute to the mysterious gentleman, then signaled outward.

"Done, just like that."

Aboard the carriage, Zhong Shenxiu said to a dazed Jamie, "Let’s go... come see Scarface’s handiwork."

They walked into the farmhouse and saw the Sinisi, reduced to mud, and the scene like a slaughterhouse.

"Boss, all taken care of."

Scarface revealed a ferocious smile: "To think I even thought the mysterious man could last a bit longer under gunfire..."

"Don’t be complacent. If he had chosen not to enhance his flesh but to forsake his body and transform into some kind of Spiritual Body, you would have been in a tough fight..."

Zhong Shenxiu squatted down to examine the remains of the unlucky Wizard.

It was clear that the guy had performed some sort of transformation on his body, greatly surpassing normal human strength, but to no avail!

Although he might have been able to brawl with ten Scarfaces bare-handed or take a few small-caliber bullets and shrug them off, he was still incredibly weak in the face of several typewriters’ relentless barrage.

By now, even his head had been blasted to pieces.

"It’s clear that he did not die peacefully..."

Zhong Shenxiu sighed, finding no secret tomes on this Wizard, just a damaged Voodoo doll and some spiritual materials.

That was normal; not every mysterious person would carry advanced mystical knowledge on them, a boon for outsiders.

He stood up, gesturing to Sinisi, and immediately one of the underlings picked him up.

"I remember, you are the Left Hand of the Notting Hill family, Mr. Sinisi, right?"

Zhong Shenxiu said with a smile, with Scarface and Jamie standing to his right and left, also exuding a bit of a boss’s aura.

Sinisi was stunned, still seemingly unable to recover from the shock.

Seeing this, Jamie immediately went over and gave him two slaps.

"Li Wei... you’ve won, just kill me." Sinisi’s face was ashen.

"This wasn’t your arrangement; Garcia is the instigator... Do you want to live, to climb higher?"

Zhong Shenxiu lifted Sinisi’s chin with his gun, extending a devil’s invitation.

Sinisi’s eyes moved faintly but then turned dead again: "Our Notting Hill does not have the tradition of elevating those who assassinate the Clan Leader..."

"Then you can be the first!"

Zhong Shenxiu sneered, "These so-called traditions and rules are meant to be broken, as long as you have enough power... and ambition. You’re not lacking in that, just an opportunity."

"No, I don’t have many people under my command; the family’s elites are all in the hands of the Right Hand and the Executioner..." Sinisi replied subconsciously.

"I can bestow power upon you, come, take a taste."

Zhong Shenxiu had Jamie pry open Sinisi’s mouth and poured a mouthful of ’Barbarian Bear’ into him.

The next moment, Sinisi roared, his muscles swelling up in an instant, making his suit extremely tight, breaking free from the restraints.

"See? This magical Spiritual Wine, I can provide it to you for free, allowing you to rely on its power to rise to power..."

Zhong Shenxiu smiled: "In return, I want all the private liquor business that Notting Hill controls... Trust me, you won’t be at a loss."