This wasn't the final preliminary selection location. Oboro still had to take a bus to a small town within the subordinate directly-administered area.
Since it was a rare chance to relax, he treated it as a trip.
Under the night sky, a bus with twenty or thirty people wound its way up the rugged mountain road, constantly bumping.
There were elderly people, women, and children on the bus, and their clothes were all very simple, with the same patterns and styles, they should all be residents of this area.
Oboro sat in the last row, tilting his head back and snoring softly.
He was still wearing a newly bought black suit, plus sunglasses...
He had gotten used to this outfit over time.
A little girl with pigtails looked at the sleeping man in front of her and covered her mouth to giggle.
Because she saw drool...
"Driver, how much longer?"
Someone asked.
"After we go down the mountain, and drive on a flat road for a while, we'll be there... about two hours."
The driver shouted.
Besides Oboro... there were also a few people on the bus who were obviously from out of town.
Their expressions were a little impatient.
"Why is it so far... What's going on... Couldn't they have chosen a bigger place for the address?"
A young man with yellow hair complained.
On the side, Oboro slightly turned his body, changed the direction of his head, and continued to sleep.
Seemingly noticing his movement, the yellow-haired man glared at Oboro.
The road conditions were terrible, and the bus was constantly shaking... and this guy could still sleep...
The yellow-haired man was a little jealous.
After another half an hour, the bus finally slowly drove from the mountain road onto a flat highway that wasn't very wide.
Someone opened the window and let the wind blow in, stimulating their tired nerves.
At this time, Oboro woke up and flicked his sunglasses.
Beep beep beep!
Outside the window, a series of piercing horns suddenly sounded.
Behind the bus, three black sedans appeared, honking wildly.
"Damn it! Are they sick!"
The yellow-haired man, who was already in a bad mood, cursed and stretched his head out of the window.
Just as he was about to roar a few times, bang, a bullet came and left a bloody hole in his forehead without warning.
Ending his life.
"Ah!"
The passengers in the bus were immediately in a panic.
Someone screamed... and several children started crying...
Screech!
A piercing sound poured into their ears, the driver slammed on the brakes, the bus's tires rubbed against the road, and the vehicle skidded for a distance before finally stabilizing.
In the next second, the night outside the windshield was as bright as day.
Rays of light shot over... so dazzling that people couldn't open their eyes.
Looking closely, a row of black sedans was parked on the road ahead, and dozens of people were standing there, all in suits and ties... holding various weapons.
At the same time, the three sedans behind the bus also blocked the retreat.
"This is... the Mafia..."
A friend of the yellow-haired man, seeing this scene, had a bloodless face and said with a trembling voice.
Under everyone's gaze, a dozen Mafia members holding machine guns, used the lights to aim their guns at the bus, and then... showed fierce smiles, pulled the triggers, and began to fire wildly.
Da da da...
A large number of metal bullet casings landed, constantly making crisp sounds, and there was also the smell of gunpowder permeating the air.
The bus's sheet metal was instantly riddled with holes, and the glass shattered...
Blood splattered as people fell.
"Hahahahahaha!"
The gunmen were laughing wantonly, enjoying the pleasure brought by the firepower.
After a while, the gunfire stopped.
The bus had already become a large piece of scrap metal.
A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, who looked refined and cultivated, walked forward leisurely and hooked his fingers at his subordinates.
He lit a cigarette with a lighter, held it in his mouth, and blew out smoke rings.
Looking at the quiet bus compartment, his eyes were cold: "The other party is a floor master of the Heavens Arena... It shouldn't be so easy to kill him."
As soon as he finished speaking.
To his left and right, two companions carrying rocket launchers stepped forward, squatted down, and aimed.
Boom!
Two missiles, dragging flames and smoke, shot out and hit the bus.
The huge explosion and the rising bright light and thick smoke made the air a bit hotter...
"Daring to cheat money from us... I'm afraid you have the life to earn it, but not the life to spend it..."
"This... is the ending you deserve!"
The man with glasses elegantly took a puff of nicotine and said indifferently.
"Put out the fire..."
"Yes."
Soon, the fire was put out.
Revealing the charred and damaged car frame...
"Be careful!"
Someone from the Mafia side reminded.
"It's okay... They're probably all dead, hahahaha..."
The personnel in charge of the inspection laughed loudly and stepped into the car.
Whoosh!
Several sharp whistling sounds came, unexpectedly hitting several figures standing outside the bus, as if they were bullets, accurately hitting vital points!
The man who stepped on the car board had just raised his back foot, and his head exploded with blood, and he fell straight down.
Thump thump...
In the blink of an eye, five or six Mafia members were all killed.
The invisible weapon landed, it was a bloody pebble...
Whoosh!
The Mafia members were shocked and raised their guns one after another.
Their own people had died like this... The man with gold-rimmed glasses, who was the leader, was unmoved, and even his expression didn't change at all.
He flicked away the cigarette butt that he hadn't finished smoking, "As expected... it's not that easy to deal with..."
He noticed that the three cars behind the bus had turned off their headlights.
It seemed that they had already been killed!
Under the gaze of many eyes, accompanied by the sound of footsteps, a blurry figure walked slowly from a distance, one hand in his pocket, and the other hand constantly tossing a small pebble.
Oboro, unharmed, glanced at the bus he had slept on all the way, and the smell of barbecue mixed in the air, and sighed softly.
The moment he saw the Mafia... he understood that he had been exposed!
He had been discovered.
In the Heavens Arena, in less than two years, he had relied on his ability to control the outcome of matches to amass wealth, and now he had a net worth of hundreds of billions...
Although he had diverted the funds to casinos large and small, trying to avoid being noticed... But as time went on, the probability of being noticed also increased.
Like the gambling industry, most of them were backed by underworld forces... and they were often monopolistic in a certain area, that is to say, even if he separated the casinos to bet, he was actually winning the money of one bookmaker.
Hundreds of billions was not a small amount, this was equivalent to him catching a sheep and desperately fleecing it.
Oboro's way of winning money could avoid trouble within a certain amount and a certain period of time... However, he was a little too greedy.
There was no way... Who didn't love money?
Also... he didn't really value the Mafia that much.
In the previous few years, Oboro had been focused on cultivation, including in the Heavens Arena. In fact, he hadn't had much contact with this society or this world...
His understanding of the Mafia only came from his memories of the original work, but now... he had seen it.
This was also a 'greeting gift' that the Mafia had prepared for him to start integrating into this world.
"Although you used some brains, the outflow of funds from the casino was not small, and it was clear on the books, and it was all related to your matches... A 100% probability of winning money, it's hard not to make people suspicious."
Seeing that Oboro was still alive, the man with glasses didn't panic at all. He was heavily addicted to cigarettes, took out a pack of cigarettes and tapped it on his hand, and took out another one and lit it, "We, the Fiers Family, welcome normal gamblers who open the door to do business with open arms... But for people like you, we can only use shotguns!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh.
Before the Mafia could fire again, Oboro had already taken action.
As he walked, the pebbles in his hand shot out like marbles, the speed and power were even greater than bullets.
The row of gunmen standing in front of the man with glasses were almost all shot in the head and fell backwards.
"Kill him!"
The man with glasses ordered.
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