Who Let Him Play Yu-Gi-Oh! novel Chapter 636

Chương 636: Chapter 636: The Missing Ultimate D

The inky night was deep and dense, binding sky and earth tightly together. Not a single star shone above. The sea breeze, sharp with bone-chilling cold, skimmed over the empty docks, raising a shrill, wailing whine.

Men in black gathered silently in a corner of the pier. A few dim, yellow streetlights swayed in the wind, their meager glow barely lighting the area where the people stood. 1

A long-faced man sat in a chair, with sharp-looking men in black suits standing on either side.

A group of masked men approached at a measured pace. Each of them wore a red cloth over his face, concealing their features. They were a local gang; the red mask was their emblem.

The long-faced man lazily waved. "Let's see the sincerity first."

The masked leader nodded. A younger underling beside him stepped forward, carrying a metal briefcase.

One of the black suits by the long-faced man took the case, opened it to verify, and after seeing the neatly arranged box of cards, gave a slight nod and closed it.

The long-faced man smiled, satisfied.

"Cash for goods, at the same time."

He gestured to the other black suit, who immediately stepped up with a case of his own, handing over two stuffed briefcases.

The masked man opposite took them and checked. Inside was packed with banknotes. He nodded in satisfaction as well, closed the latches, and passed the case back to his people.

"So," the long-faced man spread his hands with a smile, "happy cooperation?"

No sooner had he finished than there was a sharp snap.

The few shaky streetlights went out all at once.

"What the hell?"

Everyone froze.

Then someone screamed.

All heads tilted up. Upon the top of a shipping container, in the moonlight, a demonic silhouette stood coldly, cape billowing behind him.

Everyone was taken aback. But when they looked again, the spot was empty—as if what they'd seen was an illusion.

"There!"

Someone shouted.

They turned to see that demonic shadow had somehow appeared behind them.

A masked man roared, drew a knife, and lunged to stab. But as he closed in, the figure didn't even seem to move; there was only a dull thud, and the masked man screamed as he was knocked flying.

The others yelled in unison and several burly men rushed together.

But the demon moved with uncanny agility, slipping through the gaps between them to their backs with a slight shift. He wasn't just fast—he was monstrously strong. He pressed a palm to one man's chest, and with an inhuman force sent him screaming across the floor, tumbling into a corner.

Someone drew a gun and fired, bang-bang, at the shadow. Muzzle flashes flared and bullets cut into the night, but the figure was utterly unmoved.

Perhaps they had missed entirely; or perhaps the bullets passed clean through. There was no sign of impact—the figure didn't even sway, betraying no trace of kinetic force.

Then the shadow swept an arm, and talons at his fingertips were like knives through steel. Wherever they passed, gun barrels were sheared in half, drawing a gasp of cold dread.

A powerful kick drove from beneath the cape, slamming into a man's chest. Bones crunched, and the masked thug screamed as he was sent flying.

In less than thirty seconds, only the long-faced man in the chair remained.

The demon strolled unhurriedly toward him. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

The long-faced man didn't panic, though his expression grew more grave. In silence he raised his hand, revealed a Duel Disk, and flicked it open with a swish.

The demon halted at the sight of the Duel Disk, and came no closer.

"Friend, where did you crawl out from?"

the long-faced man said coldly.

"I don't recall ever picking a fight with you."

After a moment's silence, the caped demon stepped back, as if making way.

Out walked Aster Phoenix, clad in a white suit and wearing a masquerade-like mask.

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