Chapter 259 Reaction
"Holy Shit! God! What the hell is this?"

"Mommy, look, an angel!"

"Merciful God, your eyes..."

"Fuck, where did this guy come from? Don't even think about scaring me, Jonathan Klein!"

"I didn't believe in God before, but now I think I should go to church tomorrow..."

"Brother! Me too!"

"……Amen!"

"..."

The entire traffic system of Gotham Center Street seemed to be paralyzed at this moment. When the first person saw the angel hanging above the "moon", it spread like a virus. Almost everyone stopped or stepped on the brakes, looking up at the sky, looking at the unknown existence floating in the sky.

Six huge wings, even taller than a person, were suspended in the air. There was no movement, but the unknown existence was floating in the air like that.

Just like the angels mentioned in Christians.

Six wings... are the highest rank of angels in the legend, true archangels!

"Should we change our careers? If I do good things now, will there still be a chance?"

The bald black man who was a gang leader muttered to himself, his eyes staring blankly at the scene outside the balcony, and his whole body began to tremble slightly.

The gang leaders who were originally sitting at the table and discussing how to avoid vampires next looked at each other.

"Klim, have you not yet gotten over the trauma of being hunted down by a second-generation blood descendant?"

The gang leader couldn't help but laugh. They all knew about this matter. At first, Krim regarded it as a declaration of revenge against vampires, but later they brought it out to make fun of it.

Not to mention revenge on that group of blood followers who are now so popular in Gotham, the mere fact that they are second-generation blood descendants is enough to make them tremble in fear.

No one is stupid enough to help him deal with a second-generation blood disciple, and a high-level blood disciple with many blood descendants!
"That guy wouldn't really be scared by those vampires and want to quit his criminal career, right?"

Another fat gang leader couldn't help but chuckle.

Turning his gaze away from the scene in front of him, Klim sneered and turned his head to look at the guys sitting at the table who were talking nonsense.

"Maybe you damn bastards can come over and see what's out there!"

"?"

With confusion on their faces, the gang leaders in the central area stood up from their seats one by one and came to Klim.

When they also rushed to the balcony and looked in the direction Klim pointed, everyone was stunned.

"Fake..."

A gang leader cursed in a dry voice. The scene before him directly overturned his three views.

"Impossible! How could such a thing exist?"

"I've done so many bad things, I can only go to hell... No, I don't want to go to hell! Everything in front of me is an illusion, it's all fake!"

The big man who had just been the first to mock Krim had a ferocious look on his face and roared madly. His eyes were fixed on the mysterious existence hanging high in the air. Bloodshot filled the whites of his eyes. It was obvious that he was feeling very emotional.

"Haha, even legendary creatures like vampires exist, so why do you imagine that those so-called angels don't exist? After all, vampires were just legends in the past, and angels are the existence passed down from generation to generation by Christians!" There was a hint of sarcasm in the words, and the voice came from behind the crowd.

"Fuck! Fuck! This is a fucking fucking world!"

The fat gang leader cursed angrily, his eyes glaring fiercely in the direction where the voice came from. He wanted to tear this foul-mouthed guy to pieces!

Not to mention him, almost all the gang leaders including Krim and even their men turned their eyes over.

A man was standing in front of their gate, his arms folded over his chest, his body slightly stroking, making a standard bow.

"Clown? Where did you come from, clown? Are you tired of living?"

The big man walked forward while cursing. Looking at the man in front of him with clown makeup and messy hair hanging on the messy suit, he became furious. When he was terrified, someone actually made fun of him.

He wanted to show this guy what it felt like to die.

He strode up to the man with a funny smile on his face and grabbed the clown's throat with one hand.

However, the man who had not moved all this time suddenly stopped smiling. Looking at the sinister gaze, the gang leader felt something was wrong.

But it was too late. He snatched the knife and fork from the table and plunged them into the big man's throat at lightning speed.

Compared to their huge physique, the clown's movements were much faster. Whether he was picking up a knife and fork or launching an attack in an instant, his movements were extremely sharp, as if everything had been anticipated.

"Giggle..."

With his eyes wide open, the big man covered his neck and looked at the clown in front of him with bloodshot eyes. The clown smiled again.

He didn't expect this to be the outcome...

boom!
The huge body fell heavily to the ground. This shocking scene made all the gang leaders take out their weapons.

This time there was no dragging out of the fight like the gangsters did. They all loaded their pistols and pointed them at the man with his hands raised above his head.

"Hey, MAN, you all saw it. That guy was asking for his own death. I don't mean any harm to him!"

The man didn't seem to be worried about these guys at all. He shook his head and lifted up his clothes. Looking at the bomb tied to his body, all the gang leaders felt their scalps tingling.

Just by looking at the amount of gun barrels, they knew that once the bombs went off, they would not even leave any bodies behind!

"who are you!"

Klim asked loudly, his eyes full of ferocity and violence. As a gang boss, what he hated most was being threatened by others.

"Me? Haha, I'm just a small nobody in Gotham!"

With a funny smile on his face, the man swaggered up to them, looking calmly at these gang leaders who wanted to cut him into pieces.

"You are all well-known bosses in Gotham, but you hide in such a remote place, complaining all day long like those little women. I feel ashamed for you!"

The man laughed softly, not caring at all about the anger that was about to burst out of the eyes of the guys in front of him.

"What is your purpose? Believe it or not, if you tease me again, I will let you know how to write death! Do you think this will keep you safe? I will give an order now. Whoever can take your head will get $100 million in cash!"

"One million? That's too much. How about you give it to me and I'll deliver it to your door myself?"

(End of this chapter)