Chapter 8

"AAAAH! My legs! I can't move them! I have no feeling in them!"

"It's so cold! What's with this freezing air?"

"Quick... shoot him! There's something wrong with this kid!"

"Damn! The gun is frozen! I can't even pull it out!"

With their panicked screams, the four members of the Caberi family instantly fell into boundless fear.

When faced with mysterious powers they couldn't understand, the seemingly tough and ruthless gangsters were no different from ordinary people; they would be afraid and would hysterically call for help from others.

Unfortunately, everyone in the hotel's first-floor lobby was terrified, and within just a minute or two, they had all run away.

At the same time, the cold generated by the psychic power was rapidly spreading.

In no time, it had already spread over their abdomens and was advancing towards their chests and necks, and it wouldn't take long to freeze them completely.

Looking at the desperate expressions of the four people, Allen felt that their psychological defenses had already collapsed, so he stopped using his psychic power and asked expressionlessly, "Last chance! Tell me where Marcus Caberi is."

"Mr. Marcus is in the top-floor room of the hotel! Spare us! We're just underlings!"

"That's right! We're just lackeys! If you have any grievances, go directly to him."

To save their lives, the several gangsters in suits, who usually cared most about "face" and "rules," all vied to reveal the location of the gang family leader.

After all, they were just making a living, at most using their gangster status to bully and intimidate ordinary people, fundamentally different from those truly reckless and fearless criminals.

Moreover, according to the setting of the Hunter world, those without psychic powers could not fight against psychic ability users, so the rational choice was to admit their weakness and ensure their own survival.

"Indeed, he's in this hotel! It seems my tracking was correct. Thank you. One last reminder: call an ambulance quickly, or you might face a very high risk of sudden death or amputation. My ability is not just about cold and freezing; it's more complex than that."

After saying this, Allen directly entered the elevator and pressed the button for the thirtieth floor. As the door closed, he didn't forget to wave goodbye to the four people frozen in place.

...

Meanwhile, the commotion in the first-floor lobby had already been reported to Marcus Caberi, who was enjoying wine and food on the top floor.

When the slightly overweight gang leader saw his subordinates frozen by the cold on the surveillance screen, his face changed drastically. He immediately instructed the bodyguard behind him, "Take everyone! Go to the elevator entrance and stop this guy! Remember! As soon as the elevator door opens, start shooting! Fire all the bullets in the magazine without any pause! Understand?"

"Understood! Please rest assured, no matter who sent him, he's dead today." The bodyguard pulled out a beautiful pistol from his pocket, turned off the safety, and promised confidently.

In less than ten seconds, he led about twenty people to the elevator entrance, forming a dense crossfire network.

Ding dong!

With the crisp chime, the elevator door opened, and about twenty pistols fired simultaneously, creating a storm of metal.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

For a moment, the sound of gunfire, the flash of fire, and the smell of gunpowder filled the entire corridor.

When everyone had fired all the bullets in their magazines and stopped to see if the person in the elevator was dead, they suddenly heard a voice devoid of emotion.

"Go! Tear them apart!"

The next second...

"ROAR!!!"

A giant wolf covered in black and purple energy rushed out of the elevator, biting the neck of the person in charge and tearing it off. The wound was turning black, rotting, and stinking at a visible rate.

There was no doubt that this was the most terrifying aspect of shadow energy, its corrosive effect on the body and soul.

"Mon... monster!"

"Fire! Fire! Don't let it get close!"

"AAAAH!!!"

However, the gang members were clearly not paying attention to these details. Everyone was shouting, changing magazines, and firing wildly to kill the terrifying unknown creature.

But the power of the pistol bullets was too weak, and with Rubeus using the pet skill "Assault," his speed was so fast that it was impossible to aim.

As expected, the result was no different!

In less than a minute, over twenty gangsters were dead, and the corridor outside the elevator was filled with bodies, with thick, dark red blood splattered everywhere on the walls, floor, and ceiling.

Under the corrosion of shadow energy, they were turning black, rotting, and stinking at an incredibly fast rate, making the scene resemble hell.

"Great job!"

Allen, who had just stepped out of the elevator, casually threw away a blue and white semi-transparent object that looked like a shield, and patted Rubeus's head in praise.

Clearly, he had used this object to block the continuous gunfire from the pistols, and even shallow bullet marks could be seen on its surface.

Once this mysterious object left the control of the psychic power, it immediately began to absorb the surrounding heat and evaporate at an incredible speed, disappearing completely in just a minute or two, leaving behind a large area of silver frost and bone-chilling cold.

Especially the metal elevator door, which was as fragile as puffed food, shattered into several pieces with just a light touch.

"Rrrr—"

The Shadow Wolf King returned to his normal form, extending his tongue to gently lick his master's hand as a sign of affection.

"Let's go, let's have a face-to-face talk with Marcus Caberi. I believe he has already seen our power and won't be foolish enough to resist."

With that, Allen stepped through the corridor filled with incomplete bodies and bone-chilling cold, and came to a heavy alloy blast door that looked like a bank vault.

No need to ask, Marcus Caberi, the gang leader, was hiding behind this door.

Through the Hunter skill "Track Humanoids," he could clearly see the red dot named Marcus Caberi inside the room.

Normally, unless using powerful explosives, even an enhanced psychic ability user would find it difficult to break such a thick blast door with brute force.

But Allen simply extended his right hand, aimed at the cold metal door, and released his transformation-type psychic power.

In less than a minute, the door began to turn red, emitting terrifying heat, and finally melted into a pool of scalding iron under the stunned gaze of those inside.

Fortunately, the floor was made of marble, not wood, or it would have certainly caused a massive fire.

Admiring the panic, fear, and disbelief on the other person's face, he couldn't help but smile and say, "Unbelievable, isn't it? Knowledge is power. What seems impossible to you is just basic physics to me. Now, I think we can finally sit down and have a proper conversation."

"Psychic... ability user!"

Marcus Caberi managed to squeeze out a few words from his throat and fell back onto the sofa.

As a high-ranking gangster with the right to attend underground auctions, he naturally knew about the mysterious, powerful, and terrifying "Shadow Beast" unit under the Ten Elders, and he also knew the fear of psychic abilities.

Especially the fourteen-year-old boy in front of him, who had melted a blast door as solid as a bank vault in such a short time and possessed the ability to create ultra-low temperatures.

The silver giant wolf beside him was no less impressive, having slaughtered over twenty of his most elite gunmen and bodyguards in less than a minute.

Faced with such a combination, he had already begun to uncontrollably think about whom he might have offended, leading to the hiring of such a powerful expert to kill him...

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