Then he looked towards the boss Junichiro Yagyu and Dongma Yagyu who had taken care of the organization for the past two days: "I’m here, Your Excellency the Boss."
"Mare, how long have you been with the Death Eye group?" The boss didn’t speak; his nephew, Dongma Yagyu, was the one who spoke up.
"Six years, or seven, it’s been a while, I can’t quite rember," Hill replied with a smile.
But then he heard his na, his real na, being spoken by Dongma Yagyu: "Mr. Hill, let’s put an end to this dumb charade between us."
He began to draw his gun.
Hill also began to draw his gun.
Everyone present was drawing their guns, and Hill folded back his ears—he wanted to hear the footsteps of his son growing more distant.
The next second, the first to draw a gun was Lin Ping’an, who didn’t aim at Hill, so Hill didn’t hesitate to point his gun at him.
Then gunfire erupted.
Hill narrowed his eyes—he only managed to pull the trigger a second ti, then he found he couldn’t pull the trigger anymore.
Not just him, everyone at the scene stopped their movents, staring at each other with wide and small eyes, until a Dostic Fairy marched over with its distinctive lack of familial recognition.
With him ca a young man of the Panser cat people.
He was wearing a trench coat and a hood, standing to the left side of both groups. No one could see his face, but for so reason, Hill felt like he knew him.
"Who are you, Your Excellency!" Dongma Yagyu asked, looking at the Dostic Fairy—though they all wanted to regard the cat kid as the real opponent, any Transcendent should be able to sense the Spiritual Energy reaction from this kid, not to ntion the Pure White Soul Fire atop his skull.
Being able to stop a region’s temporal flow, this was sothing only a ntor-level being could achieve.
"The pinnacle of the Gaiates," he said with a smile, giving an answer that left Hill utterly confused.
The only sensation the cat person, who knew his last na was Gaiate, had now was that he had unsuspectingly gained an ancestor, and an extrely ancient one at that.
"You’re talking nonsense!" Dongma Yagyu, before he could finish his sentence, scread as he was flung backward, ultimately being smacked against the warehouse door by a Psychic Palm, making a wonderfully unique ’reaction’ with the solid large tal sliding door and leaving behind an exquisitely abstract painting.
This pinnacle figure finished smacking soone and turned to glance over Hill’s shoulder. He stretched out his hand, and everyone found that they could move again, as the bullets’ heads fell to the ground.
"Dad!"
Hill heard the call and the running behind him, turned around, and embraced his son who ran over, then cursed with all his might.
"You fool! I told you to leave! Why didn’t you go!"
"I wanted to take another look at those who killed you, I will try to rember what they look like... and then kill them one by one!" His son answered through tears.
"You fool, they aren’t going anywhere. Can’t you at least ensure your own safety first?" Hill said, full of emotion.
Then he heard his ancestor speak: "It was I who told this child not to leave."
So Hill turned his head, looking at this person: "You say you are the pinnacle of the Gaiate family; do you have proof?"
Then he saw the little thing speak a sentence.
Absolutely silent.
And there was no Whisper of the Soul.
Hill thought for a mont... well, it seed legit.
If it were fake, why would it help him, a man nearly dead?
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