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Two people suddenly appeared in the deep alley. One of them was speaking, dressed in a white hooded hoodie.
The other was wearing a purple and red mixed hooded hoodie. Both had their hoodie hoods up, obscuring their facial expressions.
"The people who appear at this time..."
"Either they're arrogant and suicidal wastes, or they're arrogant enough to believe their strength surpasses mine."
Illumi's low, cold voice echoed in the alley as he slowly turned to face the two.
"Which one do you... think you are?"
"Ya ha ha, don't say that."
The person in the white hoodie laughed heartily, stepped forward, and stopped seven meters from Illumi.
"You're a guest in this city, we won't do anything to you."
"On the contrary, we, as the masters of this city, are here to entertain you."
Illumi lowered his gaze, letting the fresh blood drip "drip, drip" from his hands, and said in a deep voice.
"Masters of the city?"
"You just like to pick nice-sounding words. You're nothing more than tumors surviving in the dark corners of this city."
The white-hooded man spread his hands, not denying Illumi's evaluation, but rather agreeing with his words.
"Well, you're not wrong."
"It seems you already knew. In that case, why did you still hit him so hard?"
Illumi's expression darkened. He knew what the other person was referring to: Yamashita Jinou, his opponent on the 150th floor.
"To have that kind of tattoo, it seems his status in your gang isn't low."
That's right, Illumi had known he was a gangster ever since he saw Yamashita Jinou's back tattoo during the match.
In some countries in this world, just like in some countries in his previous life, there was an unwritten rule among gangsters: tattoos couldn't be randomly inked.
The higher their status in the underworld, the larger the area of their tattoos could be.
Unless he was a true underworld boss, it would be impossible to have such a large-area tattoo like Yamashita Jinou's, let alone a Nioh statue.
"State your purpose."
Illumi intended to test the other party's limits and see what they really wanted to do.
"It's simple."
The person in the white hoodie said casually, hands on his hips.
"Yamashita Jinou was supposed to fight in an underground boxing match tonight."
"Since you beat him half to death, you'll naturally have to take his place in the match."
The white-hooded man's words made Illumi understand what kind of gang they were. Clearly, they were a widespread criminal organization.
Not only the Heavens Arena, but also underground boxing. Perhaps they even had people on the 200th floor.
"What if I refuse?"
Illumi's lips curled. He didn't like being forced to do things, and he especially didn't like being threatened.
"Oh~?"
The white-hooded man heard this, lowered his head with a gloomy smile, took a step forward, pulled back his hood, revealing short golden hair.
"I'll go."
"You stay out of this."
"Sigh~" The purple-hoodied figure, who had been silent, sighed and took a step back, replying.
"I understand."
Illumi smiled, looking at their confident stance, and likewise took a step forward, confronting them.
"Oh~ quite an atmosphere you two are creating."
The short golden-haired man had a weathered face, estimated to be between 30 and 35 years old. His gaze, like a razor blade, swept over Illumi's entire body.
"Let's introduce ourselves first."
"My name is Ivan Douglas, a gangster thug, and also an underground boxing fighter."
"Just to be clear, I'm not fighting you to get revenge for that useless Yamashita Jinou."
"This is business, not a personal vendetta."
Ivan Douglas rubbed his shoulders, bounced on his feet, and threw several quick punches, "whoosh, whoosh." It was clear he was a boxer.
"I won't do anything to you, but you must fight in place of Yamashita Jinou."
"Otherwise, you'll end up in the hospital morgue."
Illumi didn't respond. Ivan Douglas's face sank, and with a "swish," he rushed forward, throwing a series of jabs at Illumi.
"Swish swish swish swish...!!"
Ivan Douglas continuously threw punches at Illumi, while Illumi constantly shifted and dodged his opponent's swings.
The two, one attacking and one evading, reached the alley's intersection.
"Only scurrying around like a rat."
Ivan Douglas frowned. Illumi's small body was exceptionally agile; his punches always missed by a hair's breadth.
Just as Illumi retreated to the intersection, a glint flashed in Ivan Douglas's eyes. While punching, he raised his right leg and kicked at Illumi's head.
"Boom!"
With a loud bang, the alley wall at the intersection was kicked open by Ivan Douglas, sending fragments of stone flying.
Illumi had already sensed his kick. Just as he was about to be struck, he squatted down, dodging the kick.
"Your kicking skills aren't quite there yet," Illumi taunted.
When Ivan kicked a hole in the corner of the wall, Illumi wasn't idle. His lips curled, he aimed at the opponent's crotch, and threw a punch.
"Bang!"
A sound of flesh colliding echoed, faintly accompanied by the sound of an eggshell cracking.
"Ugh, ugh, ahhh..."
Ivan Douglas let out a series of pained cries, covering his crotch with both hands, hopping on one foot, and recoiling three steps.
He stepped on a banana peel, and with a "thud," fell to the ground, unable to get up again.
"High kicks are truly undefended."
"Are all the underground boxers like you?"
Illumi stood still, clenched his fists, and taunted with a smile.
"You look fierce, but you're actually an honest man."
Ivan Douglas trembled on the ground, clutching his crotch. After Illumi finished taunting him, he looked at the purple-hooded figure behind Ivan and chuckled.
"What about you?"
"Aren't you going to fight me?"
The purple-hoodied figure had his hood up, so his expression above the mouth was obscured. Only his lips parted, revealing two rows of neat white teeth, and he slowly stepped forward, smiling.
"You're pretty good, kid."
"Really, very good. You've made me itch for a fight."
"Thwack!"
Suddenly, Ivan Douglas, lying on the ground, grabbed his ankle, preventing him from moving forward.
"Huh~?"
The purple-hoodied figure looked down at his feet, seeing Ivan Douglas staring at him with a determined expression, his voice hoarse.
"Didn't I tell you not to interfere?"
"You're done for, aren't you?"
The purple-hoodied figure looked at him, his lips parting in a smile.
"You... you bastard, don't you dare underestimate me!"
Ivan Douglas stood up with trembling legs, gritting his teeth.
"Pfft!"
With a soft sound, Ivan Douglas's eyes rolled back, and he fell backward limply.