Teleportation was an advanced application of Blue. Its basic principle used powerful gravity for instantaneous movement.
But its essence wasn't spatial displacement—rather the illusion of spatial displacement caused by extreme velocity.
During execution, Leon's body moved rapidly until reaching the marked destination.
Precisely because of this, the powerful acceleration injured him despite using both cursed energy manipulation and Energy Absorption to strengthen his body. If an ordinary person moved this way, they'd probably be crushed to pulp immediately by tremendous pressure!
Leon now stood five hundred meters above ground. No objects existed at this altitude. Simultaneously, Six Eyes could clearly observe the ground scene—even basements.
So Leon chose to teleport here while searching for Kingpin's location.
Controlling Red's repulsive force, he made a running start in midair. Leon grinned as azure cursed energy enveloped him. His body vanished instantly, appearing thousands of meters away—then disappearing again 30 seconds later!
Inside Hell's Kitchen, in a dark alley, Spider-Woman resolved a robbery incident, then swung on webbing from the alley to continue seeking crime!
Suddenly, while being pulled by web-line and swinging upward, something caught her peripheral vision!
White hair, standing suspended in air, with vaguely visible blue pupils!
The White Devil!
Why was he in Hell's Kitchen?
Just as Gwen prepared to confirm whether this was truly the White Devil, she suddenly discovered the white-haired figure standing high in the sky had vanished!
Gwen immediately used webbing to reach the nearest tallest building's top, searching for the White Devil's traces.
With Spider-Woman's eyesight, she immediately spotted the white-haired demon who flashed every 30 seconds.
"Has he awakened a new ability?"
Gwen realized something immediately and couldn't help exclaiming in shock—shocked yet deeply envious simultaneously.
After becoming Spider-Woman, Gwen had been thrilled. She'd gained extraordinary abilities ordinary people lacked.
But shortly after becoming Spider-Woman, she'd met the White Devil. He hadn't been very strong initially, but became stronger at unimaginable speed in following weeks, while she remained at her original level.
Most importantly, her abilities were simple and violent—except spider-sense, not cool at all.
While the White Devil's abilities—azure spheres and crimson singularities—far exceeded hers in both power and spectacle!
This frustrated Gwen greatly, yet made her curious about the White Devil—the first person to know Spider-Woman's true identity.
Why was he so strong?
What was he doing now?
Using teleportation continuously, with 30-second intervals each time. This duration was sufficient for recovering from teleportation injuries and fully exploring surrounding environments without missing anything.
As time passed, Leon searched most Hell's Kitchen areas.
Having gained nothing, he gradually developed a bad premonition.
Could Kingpin not be in Hell's Kitchen?
But after teleporting again, seconds later, a bright smile crossed Leon's face. He took another step forward and arrived before a luxurious private club.
This establishment was extraordinarily lavish, built in Hell's Kitchen's finest area. This zone was located on Hell's Kitchen's edge. Compared to deeper locations, streets were cleaner and security better—allowing wealthy individuals who cherished their lives to dare visit and indulge.
The club entrance was spacious and grand. All people entering and exiting were well-dressed gentlemen—incompatible with Leon, who wore loose casual clothing.
When Leon approached closer, two suited security guards at the gate stepped forward and gestured for Leon to stop.
"Sir, this establishment is a high-end private club. You need to present an invitation and formal attire to enter."
After speaking, the security guard approached Leon and whispered:
"Asian kid, get lost. This isn't where you belong!"
Leon stopped, clearly catching undisguised mockery in the security guard's eyes.
He couldn't help being slightly curious. His photo had occupied prominent positions in major newspapers and news for extended periods. Could this security guard not recognize him and instead dare mock him!
However, he had no intention of explaining. Instead, he smiled brightly at the offending security guard, then said slowly:
"Please inform him—I'm looking for Kingpin!"
The security guard was stunned, then finally couldn't help laughing.
"Hahaha, who do you think you are?
Dye your hair white and wear matching sunglasses—you really think you're the White Devil?"
Another security guard also mocked:
"Seems we need to teach this guy a lesson and sober him up!"
A gorgeously dressed woman about to enter the club—arm around an old man at least 70 years old—laughed at Leon upon witnessing this:
"Darling, look! This Asian kid actually wants to enter our private club. Doesn't he know only distinguished people like you can enter?
Hey, throw him out quickly—don't taint our eyes!"
The old man beside her looked at Leon with disgust, then said sternly to both security guards:
"Remove him immediately!"
The two security guards, angered by Leon's audacity, immediately lowered their heads and said quietly:
"Don't worry, honored guest. We'll handle him right now!"
Leon observed this scene and smiled slightly. Under Six Eyes' observation, Kingpin was locked onto. No possibility of escape. So he had leisure to play with these people before him now.
Seeing several security guards throwing punches toward his face, Leon remained unmoved—watching the amusing scene before him with a smile.
Suddenly, complete silence fell!
When both security guards' fists landed ten centimeters before the white-haired man, they immediately stopped—unable to advance, as if blocked by an invisible barrier!
The faces of both security guards who'd punched Leon turned visibly pale. The gorgeous woman and old man nearby also realized what the scene before them represented.
He was truly the White Devil!
Not just an imitator!
The gorgeous woman screamed in terror. Thinking of her offense against the White Devil, she quickly fled, abandoning the trembling old man beside her.
The old man left behind lost strength in his legs and collapsed to the ground. Turbid liquid slowly flowed from his crotch, emitting a stench.
He saw the white-haired demon extend his palm toward the fleeing woman, then close it slightly. The woman who'd fled dozens of meters was crushed to the ground by tremendous gravity. With crackling bone sounds and piercing painful wails, she was slowly pressed into paste!
Leon retracted his hand, smiled kindly at both stunned security guards before him, and repeated:
"I'm looking for Kingpin."
Then he saw both security guards immediately run toward the hall and yell:
"We'll inform him right now! Please wait a moment!"
Just as they were about to pass through the door—thinking they'd escaped—they suddenly heard the devil's whisper from behind:
"Forget it. I'll go myself!"
Terrifying repulsive force came from behind. Both security guards were immediately launched by tremendous force. Like two cannonballs, they smashed into the private club, striking several unfortunate individuals, splashing scarlet blood mist—dead.
Then Leon walked through the entrance and suddenly poked his head out from behind the door.
"Oh, I almost forgot about you!"
The aristocratic old man outside had no time to stop the smile of relief on his face—he was twisted into grotesque angles by terrifying gravity. Blood stains flowed from his body and continued spreading!
After completing the final task, Leon finally walked into the club and smiled brightly at numerous gun-wielding gang members waiting ahead.
"Hello. I'm looking for Kingpin!"