Guidelines for Improper Use of Magical Peripherals

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Chapter 91 Little Sun

On this night, similar calls also appeared in several corners of Yokohama City.

With his hands in his pockets, Nakahara Chuuya kicked open the door of the abandoned factory. The heavy iron door weighing at least half a ton could not stop his seemingly ordinary kick, but the red light of gravity had already attached to the iron door.

"The guy inside!" Even though he was alone, the ochre-haired man exuded a murderous aura that was so strong that it was almost blinding. He snorted coldly into the darkness, "You are the one who captured our two squads of combatants and those ordinary people, right?"

"Hehehe... That's right."

Someone's laughter came from the darkness, but the accent was a little strange.

"It's a pity that you are late! You bluffing dog!"

Before the words fell, the magic circle under the enemy's feet also burst into dazzling light. In an instant, the interior of the abandoned factory covered with dust and blood was illuminated, allowing Chuuya to see the bodies lying on the ground in strange shapes, which made him angry.

"Who are you calling bluff... you damned fellow! Do you want to escape?"

Although Nakahara Chuuya didn't recognize the function of the magic circle, his long-term experience of fighting with psychics made him deeply understand the important experience of "never let the enemy achieve his goal".

The bricks and stones of the gate under his feet suddenly disintegrated into powder, and the figure made by gravity disappeared on the spot - the man in the summoning circle suddenly opened his eyes wide, raised his hand, and mercury flowed out of his sleeves...

"Bang!"

The fierce pain went straight through his heart, along with the misty mercury magic dress that was originally intended for defense.

Why, why... didn't they say that the psychics of this island country... are all weak...

The light dissipated, and the strange man of unknown origin died with regret, but Nakahara Chuuya didn't sympathize with him at all, and even wanted to catch him and blow him up again. He looked at the dried blood and corpses under his precious hand-made custom calfskin shoes and was silent for several seconds. Although people in their line of work are used to seeing mountains of corpses and seas of blood, it doesn't mean that he likes this kind of scene.

Nakahara Chuuya took out his cell phone and called his subordinates to come and clean up the mess. The call was short, just a few words, and his subordinates were familiar with the process.

When the young man hung up the phone and was about to leave without looking back, he suddenly stopped.

Because he noticed that there was a breath behind him.

Oh? Could it be that the bastard noticed his feelings and resurrected once to be beaten by him again?

Nakahara Chuuya sneered and clenched his fists. He turned around and was about to beat him up. He was caught off guard and saw a blonde bikini girl holding a black and red sword standing there with an unhappy look on her face.