"B-Black God, I'm not talking about you!"
The Mechanical Giant chugged a barrel of gasoline beer, then smashed the barrel fiercely on the opponent's forehead.
"You insult him! How dare you insult him! Only I can insult him, only I am fit to kill him!"
Like a pile driver, the metal fists pounded the opponent's head again and again. After an unknown number of times, with a 'pop', the 'Old Face's' head burst open like a watermelon.
Amid the horrified gazes of the crowd, Black God casually tossed the headless corpse aside and staggered out. Mechanical modules had penetrated his legs, waist, hips, and back, and as he walked, blood seemed to faintly seep from the implantation sites.
Ranked ninth on the hunter list, Black God was also a Lone Wolf.
Meanwhile, in a private booth in the bar.
