Accompanied by a group of alert Razor Gang mbers, Ronan entered a gigantic factory building.
A dry dock suddenly appeared in front of him.
Inside the dock stood an unfinished steel ship, with three tall chimneys nearly touching the do. Its black-grey hull was rusty, silently narrating its forr glory.
The corners of the factory had large hanging lights, which, though insufficient to illuminate the entire space in detail, allowed Ronan to clearly see the leather-clad man standing on the ship’s bow deck.
Morpheus ndett!
Although Ronan did not know the leader of the Razor Gang, Morpheus’s appearance perfectly matched the description provided by Rose Sinclair in the intelligence report.
Morpheus ndett had entered the Edman Shipyard as a teenager and witnessed the shipyard’s final decline. He was known for his brutality and aggression, preferring to use a razor to slit his enemies’ throats.
The Razor Gang was founded and expanded by Morpheus ndett himself. This notorious gang leader was not only a powerful Transcendent but also skilled in business managent.
Morpheus ndett was over fifty years old, yet he looked no older than thirty, with a broad back and muscular body stretching his leather jacket tightly.
A deep, bone-revealing scar marred the left cheek of this gang leader.
It was said to be a humiliating mark left by a strong rival using a razor!
Behind Morpheus ndett, on the steel ship, stood over a hundred fierce gang mbers. They held various weapons and stared at Ronan with bloodthirsty, violent eyes.
At Morpheus ndett’s command, these loyal gang mbers would riddled Ronan without hesitation!
The atmosphere in the dock was suffocatingly oppressive.
"Morpheus ndett?"
Ronan walked to the front of the ship, looking up at the high gang leader.
Morpheus ndett looked down at Ronan, a cold mockery tugging at his lips as he spoke: "Deputy Inspector Ronan Raymond of the Fourth Precinct? I know you, remarkable young man."
"But you shouldn’t have co here!"
Ronan replied calmly: "Mr. ndett, I an no harm. I just want to inquire about soone’s whereabouts."
"Heh heh heh."
Morpheus ndett let out a low laugh: "You think you’re my enemy?"
"Whatever you desire, you won’t find it here. Out of respect for Ford Hamill, break an arm and leave."
This gang leader dismissively waved his hand, as if Ronan were a beggar asking for alms!
Ronan sighed: "Is that all there is to discuss?"
Morpheus ndett’s gaze suddenly turned cold, and he abruptly waved his left hand: "Kill!"
He was never verbose about killing, even if the target was a deputy inspector. His earlier words to Ronan had been a courtesy to Ford Hamill.
Since Ronan didn’t appreciate it, Morpheus ndett wouldn’t show rcy.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
As soon as the gang leader’s voice fell, gunfire erupted in the dock. Over a hundred gang mbers almost simultaneously pulled the trigger, unleashing a hail of bullets at Ronan.
Yet, all the bullets stopped three ters away from Ronan, the powerful energy within each brass-tipped bullet unable to push them further.
The sheer number of bullets ford a tallic shield in mid-air, creating a peculiar sight.
This scene made Morpheus ndett’s pupils contract sharply: "Spellcaster!"
Even as his words faded, Ronan suddenly stepped forward.
As his boot hit the ground, all the bullets suspended in the air instantly shot backward, retracing their original paths toward the Razor Gang mbers.
The speed was no less than before!
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The muffled sounds of the bullets hitting flesh were followed by painful screams, as bursts of blood marked the demise of each gang mber.
The fiercer the attack on Ronan, the more tragic their injuries now!
Nearly two hundred elite mbers of the Razor Gang fell in the blink of an eye, like wheat struck by a scythe, their lives swiftly reaped.
There were also many who were wounded or narrowly escaped. Their confidence, courage, and ferocity were swept away by Ronan’s terrifying counterattack, leaving them frantically seeking cover.
A few remained defiant, firing madly at Ronan.
But these bullets were invariably stopped by Ronan’s Spirit Energy Shield.
Unhurried, Ronan drew the revolver "Ranger" from his waist and thodically shot the resistors one by one.
Each ti he pulled the trigger, a bandit’s head exploded, scattering red, black, and white everywhere!
"Die!"
At this mont, Morpheus ndett, enraged by the heavy casualties of his n, leaped down from the high ship’s bow, a silver-grey double-edged war axe clutched in both hands, aiming a mighty blow at Ronan’s head!
The sight of his subordinates’ tragic loss pushed this gang leader to the brink of fury. His eyes burned like fire, the muscles in his arms bulging and ripping through his jacket, resembling a berserk humanoid Fiend.
The double-edged war axe in his hands glowed with a piercing light, extending a half-ter-long jade white blade aura.
Without a doubt, this was a transcendent weapon energized by Alchemical Runes!
Facing Morpheus ndett’s astounding counterattack, Ronan unexpectedly "slid" back four or five ters.
He simultaneously completed a check on his revolver’s bullet status.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The bullet chamber was instantly emptied, and another six gang mbers were shot in the head and killed.
Boom!
Missing his target, Morpheus ndett’s axe struck the ground with trendous force, causing a minor earthquake in the dock, scattering nurous splintering stones.
Following this, the gang leader charged fiercely at Ronan!
He leaned to the side, dropping his left shoulder and raising the axe, his entire body shot toward Ronan like an arrow, at an unimaginably fast speed.
Boom!
The next mont, the gang leader, along with his axe, collided with a massive steel plate.
This steel plate, over ten square ters in size and five centiters thick, had initially lain on the ground, its surface rusty and muddy, having weathered countless footsteps.
Now it was casually hoisted by Ronan to serve as a shield.
With a loud explosion, the middle of the steel shield dented inward, forming a silhouette.
But it didn’t shatter.
Nonetheless, Morpheus ndett’s ferocious charge remained terrifying, deserving to be a formidable combat skill of the Northland savages.
"Ahh!"
Failing to collide with Ronan, Morpheus ndett, driven by arcane motivation, fell into a semi-frantic state.
He forcibly gathered his strength and leaped into the air!
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