Chapter 87: Zomboto Hiroshi [3]

Lorenzo immediately leaped backward.

The golden wave swallowed the surrounding furniture, turning everything it touched into gleaming metal.

’There it is again.’

Lorenzo’s eyes narrowed.

’He’s using too much mana.’

The golden energy was powerful, but it wasn’t limitless. Zomboto was pouring mana into his artifact to expand its influence, and his control was becoming increasingly unstable.

Lorenzo had no intention of letting him continue.

He rushed forward.

"you fool!"

Zomboto swung his hammer directly at him.

This time, Lorenzo didn’t dodge.

He raised both axes.

BOOOOOOOOOOM!

The collision shook the hall.

Lorenzo’s arms trembled under the impact, and his boots scraped backward across the marble.

’As expected. I can’t overpower him directly.’

But he didn’t need to.

His eyes followed the hammer’s movement.

The moment Zomboto’s weapon began to descend, Lorenzo shifted his weight and twisted his body.

The hammer passed beside him.

And Lorenzo’s axe struck Zomboto’s wrist.

CRACK!

"AAAH!"

His fingers loosened.

The massive hammer slipped from his grasp and crashed onto the floor.

For a brief moment, Zomboto stared at his empty hand.

His expression changed.

"No..."

Lorenzo smiled.

"Found it."

Zomboto hurriedly reached for his hammer.

But Lorenzo was already there.

His axe descended toward Zomboto’s arm.

SPLAT!

Blood splashed across the floor as the blade carved through his forearm, his foreman was detected from his hand.

Zomboto screamed and stumbled backward.

"MY ARM! YOU LITTLE—!"

Slash—!

Before he could say anything, Lorenzo cut the other arms foreman.

Now Zomboto Hiroshi doesn’t have forearm in both hands to hold anything.

"Aughhhhh!"

Zomboto staggered backward, clutching his mutilated arms.

Blood poured from the stumps, spreading across the golden floor beneath his feet. His enormous body trembled as he stared at Lorenzo in disbelief.

Both of his forearms were gone.

The war hammer lay several feet away, completely useless to him now.

"My arms! My arms!"

Lorenzo calmly examined his work.

’Perfectly symmetrical.’

A satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Then he looked at Zomboto.

"What’s wrong, Hiroshi? You were so confident a moment ago."

"Y-You...!"

Zomboto’s eyes widened with terror.

He tried to retreat, but his legs refused to move properly. The pain was overwhelming, and the blood loss was rapidly weakening him.

"Don’t come closer!"

Lorenzo took another step.

Zomboto stumbled backward.

"Stay Away!"

Lorenzo raised his axe.

"Let’s finish this."

"W-WAIT!"

Zomboto dropped to his knees.

The enormous man who had just been boasting about his achievements was now trembling before a seventeen-year-old boy.

"Please!"

Lorenzo paused.

Zomboto lowered his head until his forehead nearly touched the bloodstained floor.

"Please, spare me! I’ll give you everything! My wealth, my connections, my territory! Everything belongs to the Riina Family! I’ll hand it all over! I shouldn’t have betrayed the family! Please, Young Master, give me another chance!"

When Zomboto Hiroshi saw that Lorenzo wasn’t attacking him anymore, a faint hope ignited inside him.

Slowly, he raised his head only to shudder in terror as cold emotionaless crimson eyes were staring back at him.

"You finished now?"

...And then he swung his twin axe.

-Crack.

The puddle of water that splashed down heavily turned red.

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The sound of sirens echoed through the outer district of Berlin.

A patrol car raced through the rain-soaked streets, its red and blue lights flashing against the surrounding buildings.

Inside the vehicle, Detective Klaus Weber sat in the passenger seat, smoking a cigarette. He glanced at the report on his smartwatch before letting out an irritated sigh.

"Gunshots in the middle of the night? Have the Hiroshi Family finally lost their minds?"

Beside him, Detective Matthias Fischer kept his eyes on the road. His hands tightened around the steering wheel as he spoke.

"Senior, are you sure we should handle this ourselves? The Hiroshi Family might be under the Rina Family’s protection, but if there’s been a massacre, this could be a serious incident. Shouldn’t we request backup from the branch?"

"Of course it’s serious, you idiot."

Klaus flicked the ash from his cigarette.

"But at least we can communicate with the Rina Family. That’s more than most people in this city can say."

The existence of Don Aldric Riina, the Emperor of the Underworld, had made certain things possible in Berlin. Even the SCBD’s local branch had learned that dealing with the Rina Family required a degree of caution.

After all, the Rina Family wasn’t an ordinary criminal organization. It was one of the most powerful forces in the underworld, and its influence extended far beyond Berlin.

The patrol car finally reached its destination.

With a sharp screech, Matthias brought the vehicle to a stop.

Both detectives stared through the windshield.

The Hiroshi Family mansion was in ruins.

The entrance had been riddled with bullet holes, and thick smoke drifted from the damaged walls. Several bodies lay scattered across the courtyard. Some wore the distinctive uniforms of the Hiroshi Family’s security personnel, while others appeared to be members of an armed force.

For a moment, neither detective spoke.

"What the hell happened here...?"

Klaus slowly lowered his cigarette.

Matthias swallowed nervously.

"Senior... This doesn’t look like an ordinary gang dispute."

"No kidding."

Klaus opened the car door and stepped into the rain.

The moment he approached the entrance, he noticed the bullet casings scattered across the ground. There were also signs of explosions, judging by the damage to the surrounding walls.

Someone had launched a full-scale assault on the mansion.

But who?

The Hiroshi Family operated under the Rina Family’s authority. Regardless of how insignificant its members might be, attacking one of its strongholds was practically an invitation to provoke Overload Aldric himself.

"Who are these crazy bastards?"

Klaus muttered.

Matthias got out of the car and cautiously drew his mana gun.

"Senior, shouldn’t we call for reinforcements now?"

"We will. But first, we need to figure out what’s going on."

Klaus took out his own mana pistol and checked the chamber.

"Stay close. We don’t know if the attackers are still inside."

The two detectives approached the mansion carefully.

As they passed through the shattered entrance, the stench of blood immediately reached their noses.

Bodies were scattered throughout the courtyard.

Some had been shot. Others had suffered injuries that looked far too severe to have been caused by ordinary firearms.

Matthias swallowed again.

"Good grief..."