The Legendary Man novel Chapter 479

The Legendary Man Chapter 479

Assassin

West Moon was one of the most luxurious bars in Lumonburg.

There were office workers who visited the bar to release their work-related stress and thugs without proper jobs who lived aimlessly, hanging out at the bar.

Under the dim lights, everyone removed the facade they had put on for the whole day, twisting their bodies to their hearts’ content as they expressed their genuine emotions.

Aside from the casual, hedonistic atmosphere at the bar, a different environment could be observed in the underground basement of the bar.

Fighters with naked torsos gathered inside octagon rings fenced with barbed wires.

The thrill of swinging punches on their opponents, the adrenaline rush from seeing the fighters bleed, and the craze of killing jumbled together in that chaotic, lawless place.

At that moment, inside the octagon ring, a fighter wearing a white mask was casually moving his body.

Meanwhile, the commentator, wearing a suit, was screaming in excitement outside the ring, “White Mask successfully defeated five opponents again tonight. He is the true Lumonburg underground fighting champion. Let us cheer for him…”

The underground basement crowd leaped to their feet and shrieked, following the commentator’s shouts.

Inside the bloodstained octagon ring, White Mask raised his hands in the air, thoroughly indulging himself at that moment.

However, just then, a waiter jogged up to the commentator and whispered something in the latter’s ear before scurrying away.

The commentator turned his head to gaze in the direction of the ceiling-to-floor window of Room 3 while wearing a conflicted expression. That window was a one-way mirror, so the interior was not visible from the outside.

Nevertheless, the commentator knew the person sitting in the private room was Kent Channing, who was the leader of Hillriver Gang, the largest gang in Lumonburg.

“Hey! If no one else is going to challenge me, hurry up and open the door. It’s time for me to leave,” White Mask shouted inside the octagon ring.

“This…” The commentator looked at White Mask with an ashen face. “White Mask, we know your principle of never taking off the mask, but we just received news from the guest inside Room 3. The guest is offering one million for you to take off your mask…”

“Open the door!” White Mask repeated coldly.

The commentator had worked there for a long time, so he was very familiar with White Mask’s capabilities. At that instant, he was at a loss, taking in White Mask’s demeanor.

On the one hand, Kent was the leader of a gang. On the other, White Mask was a ferocious, genius fighter who had never lost a battle. The commentator knew he could not afford to offend any one of them.

Right then, a burly man walked out of Room 3.

“Brat, my boss Kent wants to see your face. This is a card containing one million. Don’t be an idiot.”

As the burly man spoke, he tossed a bank card to the edge of the octagon ring.

White Mask tugged at the iron chains binding the octagon ring’s door. He then exerted force on them, and the arm-thick iron chain broke into half like a piece of paper.

“Tell Kent not to mess with me if he doesn’t want to die.” White Mask kicked the bank card on the floor before turning around and walking toward the changing room.

“F*ck! You had your chance!”

The burly man became enraged upon seeing White Mask’s impudence. He withdrew a dagger from his waist and swung it at White Mask’s back.

Pow!

A soft thud sounded.

The muscular man seemed stunned as he stood rooted to his spot.

Somehow, White Mask had become the dagger’s wielder, and the weapon’s pointy end was stuck in the muscular man’s heart.

“D*mn it. This sensation is wonderful. I can’t stop myself now.”

White Mask forcefully pulled out the dagger, allowing the burly man’s blood to splatter on his mask. Then, under the crowd’s gaze, White Mask held the dagger in his hand and walked toward Room 3.

Horrified shrieks erupted inside the room. In less than one minute, pin-drop silence ensued.

Inside the private room, White Mask was sitting on Kent’s chest.

He shoved the dagger into Kent’s mouth and slowly pushed it deeper, plunging the weapon toward the latter’s brain.