Chapter 88 Angry Ilmi (3rd Update)

Evening.

It was still the same restaurant, which was booked by Tolan.

Just like before, there were nearly a hundred men in black suits guarding the restaurant, and four tall and strong black bodyguards guarding Tolan behind him.

Of course, there were still some differences compared to before.

For example, the table was full of delicious dishes, so rich that people couldn't take their eyes off.

However, Moyu ate it and it was as tasteless as chewing wax.

I don't know if the chef this time is still the food hunter.

Moyu felt a little annoyed. The motivation for accompanying Lizzie tonight was to taste the food made by the food hunter again.

But I never expected...

The swamp man phenomenon has spread here.

Moyu lowered his head to eat meat and listened to the conversation between Lizzie and Tolan.

It seemed to be a topic related to the trial the day after tomorrow, and it was also the last commission Lizzie received from Tolan.

But the content of these conversations was irrelevant.

He paid more attention to Tolan.

Sitting opposite Moyu and Lizzie, Tolan still had a smile on his face and was well-mannered, giving people a feeling of being bathed in spring breeze.

However——

Moyu clearly sensed the breath of Swamp Man from Tolan.

In addition, the four bodyguards who were inseparable behind Tolan also exuded the breath of Swamp Man, and eight of the nearly 100 black-suited brothers outside were also Swamp Man.

In fact, if the conditions of "transforming others" were not triggered, Tolan and those gangster brothers would be no different from usual.

"The gangster boss who attaches so much importance to security was actually replaced by Swamp Man..."

Moyu swallowed the meat and thought silently:

"Is it a close person who became a Swamp Man, and then looked for an opportunity to transform him into a Swamp Man? Or did he attend the autograph session and then meet certain ability conditions to directly become the initial Swamp Man? Relatively speaking, the latter possibility is relatively low."

Even the leading gangster boss in Laxiang City was quietly replaced by Swamp Man, which is enough to show that the "Swamp Man Phenomenon" is hard to prevent.

Moyu secretly remained alert.

He had gone to the bathroom before, so he could only whisper "be careful" to Lizzie.

I think Lizzie should be alert at all times and realize that she needs to leave as soon as possible.

Lizzie looked normal, discussing the content of the trial the day after tomorrow with Tolan, and occasionally glanced at Moyu who was eating beside him.

In just a short while, one-third of the dishes on the table went into Moyu's stomach.

"You clearly told me to be careful, but you ate so happily, and you don't look very satisfied."

Lizzie was slightly puzzled.

Except for drinking two sips of water at the beginning, she didn't eat anything else. She planned to finish the work as soon as possible, and then leave here with Moyu and ask what was going on.

As a host who pays great attention to superficial work, Tolan would naturally care more about Lizzie's reaction of ignoring the table full of delicacies.

"Lawyer Yorkshire, is the food tonight not to your taste?"

After discussing a detail in the work content, Tolan cut into another topic at the right time.

Lizzie smiled and said, "I've been on a diet recently."

"I see."

Tolan looked enlightened.

When talking about topics other than work, Lizzie said in a friendly tone, "So I brought my 'greedy' brother here again tonight, so that I won't let down your hospitality, Tolan."

"Haha, that's exactly what happened."

Tolan glanced at Moyou, who had been eating without saying a word since he sat down, and a hearty smile appeared on his face.

At this moment.

It was 7:18 p.m.

The street outside the restaurant was bustling with people, as lively as usual.

But the large area in front of the main entrance of the restaurant was empty without a single person.

The reason was naturally the nearly 100 black-suited men who looked like privates.

They just stood there quietly, exuding an aura that kept strangers away.

Seeing this kind of battle, passers-by would not approach easily and would try to stay away from the restaurant as much as possible.

Ilmi, wearing inconspicuous casual clothes, slowly walked through the crowd and walked towards the restaurant with a clear goal.

Unlike the time at the airport, his aura had been restrained, but his dark eyes were still filled with a heart-pounding murderous intent.

He collected the employer's reward before the commission was completed.

This was not only a Waterloo in his killer career, but also a damage to the family's reputation.

He was rarely angry.

So,

Ilmi, with such emotions, made nearby passers-by feel an indescribable chill wherever he passed, so they subconsciously stayed away from Ilmi.

To others, it seemed as if they took the initiative to make way for Ilmi.

"The address is correct."

Stepping into the empty area in front of the restaurant, Ilmi ignored the movements of the gang of black-suited brothers reaching out to grab, and slightly raised his head to look at the restaurant's sign.

He didn't care whether the photos sent by the employer were real or fake.

Because he didn't mind giving the "deceiver" the only punishment in his life.

"Why are you still alive?"

Ilmi took out four malicious bead needles from his clothes and clamped them between his fingers, saying to himself in a calm tone: "Let me confirm it myself."

"Hey, that short-haired boy, stay away from here."

Two strong men in the gang took out their pistols and walked forward, looking at Ilmi with a bad look.

They felt the murderous aura from Ilmi, and after warning him, they would shoot Ilmi in the street if he did anything wrong.

But before they finished speaking, they were pierced in the forehead by a flying bead needle.

In addition to them, two "lucky guys" in the team behind were pierced in the head by two other bead needles.

From that moment on, they became needle men completely controlled by Ilmi.

This is Ilmi's operating ability. By inserting a special needle into the target's head, the target can be turned into a needle man who will let him do whatever he wants until death.

If Moyu was there at this moment, he would definitely be surprised to find that...

Among the four gang members randomly selected by Ilmi, three were swamp people.

However, Ilmi could not distinguish between normal humans and swamp people, and gave orders to the needle men controlled by the bead needles.

So

The four needle men who had already pulled out their guns turned around and shot at their companions without hesitation.

"Bang bang..."

The sound of gunfire resounded through the street in an instant, and the gang members who were shot had blood splattered on their bodies. They all looked at the needle man who had been controlled by Ilmi in disbelief, and then collapsed to the ground.

Far away on the street.

The crowd who heard the gunshots were startled and suddenly fled in all directions.

Inside the restaurant.

Continuous gunshots came from outside.

Moyu, Lizi, Tolan, and the four bodyguards who were present all changed their faces slightly and looked at the restaurant door at the first time.

Just as they looked over, the glass door was suddenly smashed.

A gang member with scars all over his body and a dull expression rushed into the restaurant with glass fragments all over his body.

"Huh?"

Moyu immediately noticed that the gang member with a strange expression had a conspicuous bead needle stuck in his forehead, and his pupils shrank.

Ilmi's needle man? !