The Deceitful One

Jack and the people on his side were completely taken aback at what had just transpired. They knew for a fact that none of them on their side had shot the bullet earlier.

However, it was irrefutable that one of Jeffrey Gill's men had just died from that gunshot. It wasn't until they heard Jeffrey's order to start shooting that they came to their senses.

Cillian who has closest to Jack hurriedly grabbed his shoulders and pulled him away from the incoming flurry of bullets. He then took Jack and hid him behind a big wooden crate.

"Master Jack! Stay here and don't come out until you hear from any of us, understood?" Cillian practically screamed in Jack's ears.

Jack who had completely lost his composure could only nod his head like an idiot. After all, he had never even held a gun before, much less been involved in a gunfight.

Seeing Jack nod, Cillian turned around and was about to join the fray but was suddenly stopped by a frantic Jack, "W-wait wait wait! Don't leave me! Stay here and protect me. I'll make sure you're heavily rewarded after I make it out alive."

A hint of disdain flashed past Cillian's eyes for a moment before he quickly hid it as he thought in his heart, 'This fucking coward. However, on second thought, it's safer to stay beside him and guard him. Hmph, the rest can go die for all I care.'

In the underground world or perhaps even the world in general, people at the end of the day only looked out for their own interests. In dangerous situations, emotions and feelings could often lead to one's death.

Five minutes into the fight and over a dozen people had already been shot to death. The frequency of shots fired had also reduced significantly. A hint of unease finally crept its way into the hearts of the people on both sides.

Marco, the bald-headed burly man in gray suit, crouched down next to Jeffrey Gill who was taking cover behind a piece of mining equipment, and whispered,

"Master Jeffrey, something doesn't feel right. That brat, Jack Brown, was clearly surprised when you accused him of theft."

Jeffrey's eyebrows furrowed as he too had noticed that something was wrong.

"Moreover, before we barged into the warehouse, I overheard Jack saying that it wasn't him who had called the gang leaders working under him to come here," Marco added, anxiety plastered all over his face.

At this point, even Jeffrey began to realize that someone was probably pulling strings clandestinely.

He looked at Marco tensely and asked, "Marco, what do you think we should do now?"

Marco replied without hesitation, "Master, we should fall ba-"

However, before he could complete his sentence, a narrow blade pierced through his throat from behind. Marco's eyes went wide with shock as blood spurted from his mouth. The next moment, his breathing stopped and his eyes dimmed.

Jeffrey was so shocked that he even forgot to scream. He saw Marco who was in front of him fall face first, completely dead. And then his eyes fell on the person behind Marco.

He was dressed in tight-fitted black clothes. Jeffrey even felt that the man in front of him was made entirely of shadows! This man slowly lowered his left hand which had a narrow blade dripping with blood protruding from under its wrist.

Jeffrey was frozen stiff, he couldn't move nor could he even mutter a word. This man in front of him appeared out of nowhere and instantly killed Marco without anyone noticing his presence!

Then he saw a pistol magically appear out of nowhere in the hands of this man. Jeffrey thought that he couldn't be any more surprised but he was wrong. The man in black clothes unhurriedly raised his right hand and aimed the pistol at Jeffrey's head.

Through the gap in the black balaclava mask, Jeffrey could see a pair of cold eyes staring at him as if he was nothing but a mere ant. He wanted to scream for help, he wanted to move his body and attempt to fight back but he just couldn't.

His body started trembling in unprecedented fear as he thought in his heart, 'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Why can't I move!? Why can't I even speak!? S-somebody help me, please!'

BANG!

The sound of a gunshot. That was the last thing Jeffrey heard before his vision darkened and he fell into the cold embrace of death.

Bryan finally retracted his spiritual force back in. The reason why Jeffrey was unable to move and speak was naturally because Bryan had exerted his spiritual force on him, thereby putting him under massive physical and mental pressure.

He looked at the blood gushing out from the bullet hole in Jeffrey's head, however, this time he didn't feel any guilt. Nor did he feel any kind of discomfort. Bryan wondered if something in him had changed after killing Johnny and Kenny Adams.

Bryan could only shake his head at the random thoughts forming in his mind during a battle. He took in a large mouthful of air and screamed, "These bastards just killed Boss Marco and Master Jeffrey! Everyone, kill them!"

However, contrary to his expectations, the people that Jeffrey Gill had brought with him, instead of fighting back, prepared to turn around and flee!

And while they were trying to escape, the gang members under Jack took the opportunity to shoot as many of them as they could.

Bryan was dumbfounded at the scene. He could only shake his head and sigh, "Tsk tsk tsk, shameless bastards! What did I even expect from you bunch?"

He then raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

SNAP!

The next moment, the entire warehouse was surrounded by bright, scorching flames, preventing anyone from escaping.

The people who were about to escape from the warehouse stopped in their tracks in absolute fear. They looked around and saw the fire that had surrounded the warehouse, brightly illuminating everything within.

Not just them, even the people on Jack's side were shocked. Because it wasn't them that caused this fire. However, what they didn't know was that the fire was not even real, to begin with. It was only an illusion!

Bryan, who was still crouching beside Jeffrey and Marco's dead bodies, curled his lips into a cold smile as he whispered,

"Rank 0 Spell: Mirage!"