Rock Sand City, Fourth District, in some run-down residential courtyard.
Flames shot up to the sky with nonstop psychic explosions going off. Over ten Black Sinner auras were clear as day.
This was exactly the secret hideout mentioned in the second tip-off letter.
There really were quite a few Black Sinners.
This time Carlos didn't go himself, just sent Purple Vortex and Red Spirit to help out while watching through Purple Vortex's eyes.
The fight wrapped up fast. The low-level Black Sinners didn't stand a snowball's chance in hell against the high-level captains, much less getting away.
The backup didn't even need to lift a finger before it was all over.
"How come they're all small-time? Where are the mid-level and higher Black Sinners?"
Carlos sensed something fishy.
There were plenty of Black Sinners—it really was a secret hideout—but their bosses were nowhere to be seen.
Was this just dumb luck?
