High in the air, Risnorth's eyes widened as he struggled desperately.
"Hmmm!!!"
His body shook violently as he tried to break free from the threads' grip.
But unfortunately, these threads, conjured by Machi's Nen ability, were beyond the reach of a mere mortal like him.
He had no way out; he could only watch helplessly as Machi toyed with him and pulled him back.
And at that moment, his life, after the glass outside had shattered and under the glare of the brighter neon lights, would become completely bleak.
Machi's studies in the Kirimori Valley had been personally taught by Miss Renko.
Miss Renko was very skilled in embalming and repairing corpses; she naturally had expertise in sewing with thread.
Because Machi's Nen type fit particularly well, she learned this ability.
She turned her aura into threads and developed the Nen Stitches ability.
It can stitch injured flesh and perfectly reconnect blood vessels, bone, muscle, and nerves while allowing immediate movement.
This is used for healing.
But when used for killing, it becomes the sharpest blade.
She transforms her aura into thin threads to strangle or otherwise attack enemies.
Aura thread can be used to suture wounds for healing, fix dislocated joints, form loops to bind enemies, and bind them.
This makes it particularly easy to capture enemies alive, and can also be used to attach needles and thread to the bodies of enemies for tracking purposes.
It can be said that using aura threads as a foundation, one can heal, kill, bind, track...
There are many practical uses.
The strength of Machi's threads is inversely proportional to their length; the longer the thread, the easier it breaks.
But against an ordinary man like Risnorth, no matter how long the thread is, he would find it very hard to break free.
"Although with the Truth Sticker, he can only speak the truth."
Luke looked at Risnorth, who was hanging in the air, struggling stubbornly.
"But I think handing him over to Feitan is the best option."
"Let him experience for himself the pain and despair he has brought to those children."
Machi nodded, then she looked towards the door behind her.
"I have no objection."
At the door, Feitan leaned against the doorframe, wiping his palms. "I guarantee I'll get him to spit out even the things about wetting his bed as a child."
Feitan's eyes were full of predatory eagerness.
"It just so happens that I've come up with some new torture methods, and I have some ideas and insights."
Risnorth sensed the overflowing malice and the bone-chilling bloodlust.
He couldn't help but struggle even harder.
He anticipated his own tragic end.
Risnorth wasn't afraid of death; he'd even known such a day would come.
But... not fearing death doesn't mean not fearing torture.
Even choosing to commit suicide could be seen as a kind of cowardice.
He was terrified of pain, of cruel torture and suffering.
And the group in front of him, from Meteor City, was clearly very skilled in such methods!!
"Where's my guard?!"
Risnorth struggled, his mind racing with these thoughts.
At this point, he wanted to yell for the guards to come over.
That way, amidst the chaos, he could have another chance to commit suicide.
"I clearly shouted just now, why, why haven't they come yet?!"
Risnorth was completely baffled.
Mainly because his mouth was entangled by the aura threads.
He mumbled, unable to utter a single sound.
But logically, the guards outside should have heard his shout, right?!!
Yeah, they did.
But... they were never coming.
"I thought they would be tougher than this."
In the corridor outside the room.
The guards, who were supposed to respond immediately, now lay weakly on the ground.
Uvogin, standing in the middle of the group, waved his hand dismissively.
"For guards employed by a tycoon like this, I thought they would be stronger. But it turns out..."
Uvogin fumed, somewhat bored. "They are not even as good as those fighters in the Heavens Arena who have won a few games."
"If they really had that kind of ability..."
Nobunaga saw it clearly. "They wouldn't be here, serving as guards for others."
He sheathed his katana back at his waist. "They would be at Heavens Arena, making a name for themselves instead."
"There, they could earn both fame and money, and they would not have to live without dignity, working this hard for someone else."
"And this is even more dangerous than fighting in Heavens Arena. Especially for a magnate like Risnorth, who had already been attacked once before, doing this kind of work for him was a high-risk job."
"... You have a point."
Uvogin thought about it, agreed, and smacked his lips, saying no more.
"What is Heavens Arena?"
Franklin asked curiously. "A place where you can fight legitimately and make money."
Phinks walked over and explained while casually throwing the captured target to the ground.
"Is there such a place?"
Franklin was slightly surprised.
"Well, yeah..."
Nobunaga scratched his head. "Makes sense, doesn't it? For some people, Heavens Arena is the perfect place to be."
Franklin: "..."
If that's the case, then he really should check it out someday.
The four of them chatted casually, as if no one else was there.
There really wasn't anything left for them to do; the guards at their feet had all been taken down.
To be honest, this level of security didn't pose any real challenge to them at all.
Especially since there were four of them here, plus Feitan, who was already inside preparing to conduct the interrogation.
With the five of them in action, hardly anyone could stand against them.
The tall man Phinks had dragged over, curled up on the ground, trembling.
He couldn't understand. He had just been working quietly in the office building when suddenly a group of people stormed in.
And they seemed to know this place extremely well; it didn't take them long to locate their target with precision.
But the worst part was…
Those guards who had noticed something wrong and rushed in immediately, those elite guards Risnorth had always been so proud of, were utterly useless against these mysterious intruders.
They were as fragile as cardboard and were knocked down in seconds.
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