Accompanied by a fast, yet utterly ordinary right straight punch from Hiroshi Matsushima, Gelangdola was expelled from his prosthetic part.
Red, blue, white...all sorts of filth splattered on the dojo's walls.
Then, a mostly empty skull clattered to the ground.
The Secretary Officer watched this scene, his mind completely stalled. He didn't understand what had happened, nor why the second young master had died.
—Is there a Hero here?
—If not for those anti-human elements, how could he dare… how could he dare…
The Secretary Officer was almost screaming out loud.
But Hiroshi Matsushima stopped him.
Hiroshi Matsushima casually kicked and picked up the large-caliber handgun that Gelangdola had clutched in his hand before he died. As a military officer's beloved gun, it indeed was well-made: although relatively simple in design, it was made of cutting-edge materials. This allowed the firearm to withstand larger charges of gunpowder.
