My Avatar is Becoming the Ultimate BOSS-Chapter 152 - 118: Storm, Tokyo, Bloody Auction (Part 3)_2

[Black Cocoon: The leader of the brigade is among you. He is both an Exorcist and a Superpower User, and he also participated in the last auction as a bodyguard, which confused your perception.]

[Black Cocoon: Think carefully, he’s hiding among the exorcists in the bodyguard team.]

In that moment of receiving the message, Blue Arc was slightly stunned.

He stared at the text sent by Black Cocoon, recalling the few Exorcists in the core bodyguard team in his mind... The Ghost Train Corps personnel need not be mentioned, and it’s impossible for there to be a mole on Ke Qirui’s side; so the brigade leader can only be mixed in with the Japanese side.

Excluding the Mirror Guardian, there are only "Fuyuyama Nobunaga" (Celestial Driver: Long Sword) and "Haibara Ritsu" (Celestial Driver: Playing Cards) left.

But Fuyuyama Nobunaga has been serving the Exorcist Association continuously these years; his activity records can be seen everywhere.

So having ruled out all others, there is only one possibility left.

At this thought, Blue Arc suddenly turned his head, only then realizing that Haibara Ritsu had disappeared quietly.

Could that guy really be the brigade leader?

This idea flashed in Blue Arc’s mind, and he frowned tightly as he looked around, searching for the figure of Haibara Ritsu inside the spacious auction venue.

In the next moment, Blue Arc suddenly looked towards the auction stage, where the first item had already been pushed onto the platform and the staff had retreated backstage.

The female host explained the first item on stage with a high-pitched voice;

The male host squatted down silently, pulling out a square mechanical box and a handgun from the cart pushed by the staff.

"Bang—!"

At this instant, a sudden gunshot shattered the joyful laughter that enveloped the auction venue.

The guests fell silent, looking up at the scene on the stage.

The male host, who seemed as gentle as a golden retriever earlier, was now holding a handgun, smoke wafting from its muzzle. Beside him, a blood hole suddenly appeared on the female host’s head.

She looked shocked, and with a "thud," slowly collapsed to the floor of the auction stage.

Then, as the male host retreated to the wall, he put the square mechanical box on his head. When he raised his head again, he looked like a different person.

It was... the appearance of Brigade Member No.7 – Robert.

Sitting quietly in the audience, Black Cocoon’s Restraint Incarnation watched this scene, raised an eyebrow, and thought: "So that’s it... Robert removed the mechanical box he usually wears on his head to mix in with the auction personnel alongside the brigade leader."

He typed on his phone, sending a message to Blue Arc.

[Black Cocoon: Mr. Blue Arc, I suggest you stop him quickly. That male host is the brigade’s No.7 member, and his ability is to open a door connecting different places.]

At this moment, Robert bowed slightly to the guests, his metallic voice emanating from the mechanical box: "Well then... ladies and gentlemen, next I’ll open a gate to Hell for you."

After saying that, amid a dead silence, Robert slowly walked towards the wall behind him.

In an instant, a deep blue electric light burst forth from Blue Arc’s body surface.

But just as he was about to charge forward, a flock of thousands and thousands of crows blocked his way, forming a gray curtain. Blue Arc instinctively stopped, slowly raising his head to mutter, "The ability to control crows... the White Crow Travel Brigade’s... leader?"

Blue Arc squinted his eyes, looking at the figure enveloped in the crow swarm.

Black crows flew and spiraled in mid-air, forming a storm. freewёbnoνel-com

And Haibara Ritsu had somehow appeared in the middle of the crow swarm, less than ten meters away from Blue Arc.

He took off the round-framed glasses from his face, with no discernable expression, his deep eyes reflecting Blue Arc’s face.

"Urushibara Osamu... that is my true name." The young man gazed at Blue Arc and said slowly, "And also the leader of the White Crow Travel Brigade. Nice to meet you, Mr. Blue Arc."

As his words fell, the young man known as "Urushibara Osamu" turned his head, looking at the guests in the auction hall who were too shocked to move.

"Just as well, while I was in the bodyguard team, I managed to get the job of checking whether guests were wearing a ’Face Mask.’

Urushibara Osamu placed his hands behind his back, his long, black hair flying with the crow swarm.

With deep and drooping eyes, he spoke expressionlessly.

"And during this checking process, I played a little prank, leaving a ’playing card’ in the suit pocket of every guest in the venue, although they might not even realize it."

At this, Urushibara Osamu paused slightly, then slowly turned back around.

He looked straight into Blue Arc’s eyes: "Then... can you guess, Mr. Blue Arc, what will happen to these hundred or so guests with playing cards in their pockets?"

Blue Arc’s pupils constricted.

In the next second, a deafening frenzy erupted inside the auction venue.

More than a hundred celebrities of the underworld suddenly felt an extreme heat burst from their suit pockets, and the playing cards transformed into towering flames, consuming each guest’s body along with the seats beneath them.

At that moment, vivid and surging flames swallowed Blue Arc’s field of vision.

The tremendous noise lasted for a full five seconds before ceasing, and the entire auction venue was shrouded in a deathly silence, with a bloody smell assaulting the senses like a rainstorm.

"No..." Blue Arc rasped, muttering to himself, slowly turning his head to look.

After a while, a mist of bloody smoke slowly dissipated, revealing the seats of the guests were not as completely obliterated as Blue Arc had imagined.

Among the guests, three figures remained alive:

Li Qingping sat in his seat, crossing his legs with ten fingers interlocked, expressionless. His black suit remained spotless, not even a speck of dust on it.

Beside him, the Second Prince was already protected by the "Octave Prism"—the same Anecdote Fragment Li Qingping used to trap Black Cocoon that day.

Blue Arc was shocked again, lifting his eyes to look at another guest who survived the explosion.

Surprisingly... that guest was sleeping motionlessly in his chair.

Yes... still asleep.

Zhou Jiuya leaned his elbow on the armrest, his fist against his cheek, resting independently. A faint layer of golden light enveloped his body, isolating him from the outside world.

As the aftershocks of the explosion faded, the auction hall was silent as a tomb, and they could even hear Zhou Jiuya’s slight snoring.

Meanwhile, the auction platform remained untouched by the explosion.

Brigade Member No.7, Robert, slowly reached the wall of the auction stage, placing his right hand on the wall, casually creating a wooden door.

Then, he turned the doorknob.

The wooden door swung open, revealing a scene of an abandoned building.

From that abandoned building, thunderous sounds mixed with the sounds of wind and rain penetrated the auction venue.

At this moment, the ten members of the White Crow Travel Brigade were scattered above the ruins.

Noticing this "door" that suddenly appeared in the corner of the ruins, ten figures turned their heads, expressionlessly watching the auction venue beyond the door, their eyes glinting with a strange light in the darkness.

Like a gaze from the abyss.

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