Horror game: opening scare system

Fafnir's response can be described as extremely disdainful.

Contemptuous eyes, a mocking tone, and a vague smile.

Fafnir looked at Onigute as if he was looking at a low-intelligence bug.

He did look down on Onigut.

In his opinion, Onigut is a fat pig with little strength and impulsiveness. I really don't know how this kind of person became the underground emperor of Kaduo City.

At the very beginning, when he hadn't developed his career and needed to find a backer, he focused on Onigut.

As a result, Onigut didn't notice the abnormality until he stood up on his own backhand, and even regarded him as a trustworthy, capable, and loyal subordinate, and promoted him again and again.

He... is really ridiculous.

Of course, it was inevitable that after he backhanded himself, the two sides became the biggest enemies.

It's a pity that Onigut really doesn't have much strength. Over the years, all his attention has been put on revenge. As a result, not only did he not succeed in revenge, but he also lost a large amount of property under his hands under Fafnir's manipulation...

"what……"

A sneer appeared on the corner of Fafnir's mouth, and he looked at Onigute with disdain.

Confronting such an opponent is really meaningless.

Fafnir is a very proud person in his heart, even if he usually hides it again and again, but that arrogance cannot be dispelled no matter what.

He despised Kado as the vast majority of underground emperors, and even, except Kasmander, no family could make him feel intimidated, including Chapayev who almost killed him that day.

Even if this new force that suddenly appeared has unimaginable intelligence gathering and assassination capabilities, it won't work.

In Fafnir's eyes, there is no one who can keep pace with Karl Kasmander!

"Damn bastard, I'll kill you!"

Onigute was almost driven mad by Fafnir, he roared and shot at Fafnir.

But... no shots were fired.

He didn't even feel the existence of his own hand.

what's the situation?

Because he failed to shoot, Onigut turned his head in doubt, but saw a large amount of blood, and... his hand was spinning and fell to the ground!

My own hand was cut off!

why?

How did you do it?

Onigute had no time to think, and the severe pain quickly occupied his nerves.

He screamed and fell to the ground, tears streaming down his face.

"Ah! My hand, my hand!"

However, no one paid any attention to him, despite his wailing repeatedly.

One of the two gatekeepers stepped out and said:

"Mr. Onigut, please don't be so easily murderous. Besides, although you are injured, you still have to attend this meeting."

He gave such a notice, and regardless of Onigute's suitability, he directly dragged her into the manor.

Fafnir walked over with leisurely steps, looked at the blood and severed hands on the ground, and looked inside the champion. Onigut was being dragged away like a dead dog, with a strange expression on his face. Make a pity expression.

"Oh my...that's pathetic, Onigute..."

However, under the seemingly relaxed surface, there is a dignified heart.

As he expected, Chapayev wouldn't let them die so easily, but...

What happened just now?

Who did it?

How did you do it?

These Fafnir did not see clearly.

He just saw that, suddenly, Onigut's hand was broken.

This made him feel a little jealous.

This Chapayev... is obviously not as simple as being a little bit capable.

This is already a supernatural ability, right?

In other words, does that kind of supernatural thing really exist?

Originally, he just thought that Chapayev had a group of well-trained fighters and an excellent information collection and intelligence system.

Even when he got home and saw the handful of ashes next to the phone, he didn't deny this idea.

After all, it is not too difficult to dispose of the corpse and replace it with a handful of hot ashes.

At that time, he even laughed at this very childish intimidation method. In the underground world that does not believe in gods, this kind of intimidation is as childish as a child playing with mud.

But now, Fafnir has changed his view.

Because, it seems that this is not just as simple as playing with mud, the other party may be playing with urine mud...

Now, he had to admit that there was something about this Chapayev.

But while he was afraid, he also became curious about this mysterious force.

All these fears were not shown, and Fafnir tried his best to maintain his calm posture.

This is very important.

Whether facing angels or demons... don't be shy.

When they know you're scared, that's the most dangerous thing.

"Mr. Lokman, welcome to Chapayev's party.

However, I think there are some things you have to pay more attention to.

I know, you are very smart, but you'd better not be so unscrupulous, this kind of inductive behavior is a bit too much.

If the piece is damaged excessively, there is no way to use it. "

Fafnir squinted his eyes, glanced at the man, and said casually:

"What are you talking about? I don't understand anything.

That guy is too restless, eating your taboo, what does it have to do with me? "

"..."

The gatekeeper was silent for a while, and his tone suddenly became serious.

"Mr. Rockman, I am not reminding you, nor am I warning you. I am simply telling you that your guess is correct, but not completely correct. If you insist on your own way, you will die."

Fafnir turned his head and looked at the gatekeeper.

He actually believed in his own judgment more than the gatekeeper's prompt.

He is excellent, yes.

When it comes to excellence, he has a natural arrogance.

"Heh... I've said it all, I don't understand what you said.

Besides, your master doesn't speak, are you moved? "

Fafnir looked at the gatekeeper, and the gatekeeper looked at Fafnir.

Through the magic mirror, the two looked at each other, and the smell of gunpowder around them became stronger and stronger.

"I can do whatever I want, you can't control it, and neither can your master.

Although I don't know what your master's so-called game is, but what does that have to do with me?

He thinks I'm a pawn, but I'm not an obedient program.

I can also be a chess player.

You have your rules, I have mine.

You... can't control me..."

Fafnir reached out and tapped the gatekeeper's chest, with a dismissive expression on his face.

But in the next second, his expression became terrified.

Because, he saw, the gatekeeper suddenly smiled.

Laughing so wildly.

It's almost like... laughing at him!