radicalducati Chapter 195 If magic isn't enough, make up for it with fists.
Chapter 195 If magic isn't enough, make up for it with fists.
Chapter 195 If magic isn't enough, make up for it with fists.
Du Mu was not at all surprised that the Brotherhood also existed in this instance world, and that its leader was Magneto.
He had already seen Eric's identity as the founder of the Brotherhood in his personal evaluation.
Based on the timeline of this world, Eric in this instance should be quite old, so it's not surprising that he has already founded the Brotherhood.
Du Mu didn't dwell on this point. Instead, his expression hardened, and he said seriously, "If what you say is true, our Brotherhood will never stand idly by while our compatriots suffer. We will definitely rescue those trapped compatriots, so I need your help."
Remy was moved by Du Mu's words, his eyes hardening: "Tell me, what exactly do you want me to do? As long as it can help those compatriots who are still suffering, I will do everything in my power!"
Du Mu smiled with satisfaction: "Very good. We need warriors like you who are willing to stand up for their compatriots. My request is simple: I need you to take me to that island."
"impossible!"
Remy's expression changed instantly, and he decisively rejected Du Mu.
Du Mu was speechless: "Didn't you just say you'd give it your all?"
"I meant giving it my all, not risking my life!"
Remy's voice trembled: "I finally escaped from that awful place, I'll never go back!"
Du Mu patted Remy on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Don't forget, you owe me a huge debt now. Either pay me back, or lead the way. You choose."
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Remy was on the verge of tears: "Can I choose none of them?"
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Du Mu chuckled and returned Remy's clothes and personal belongings to him; these tattered items were an eyesore even in the game's storage.
"Put your clothes on and come with me."
Remy quickly put his clothes back on and followed Du Mu toward the back door, secretly thinking about finding a chance to slip away.
He wasn't afraid that Du Mu could catch him. After all, he wasn't just a gambler who only played cards. Even without using his abilities, he was a top-notch martial arts expert. If they really started fighting, even professional fighters wouldn't be his match.
If he could escape, he wouldn't have to go to that godforsaken place, and he wouldn't even have to pay off his gambling debts.
That's killing two birds with one stone!
Stepping out the back door into the dimly lit alley, Remy's eyes sharpened. He raised the long stick he had just retrieved and silently approached Du Mu from behind, preparing to unleash his secret technique of striking six times in one second.
Just then, a dark figure suddenly rushed towards them at an extremely fast speed!
Before Remy could react, Du Mu stepped forward and threw a punch!
Bang! !
With a muffled thud, the dark figure flew backward at an even faster speed than it had come, crashing heavily into a brick wall more than ten meters away. The wall swelled outward like a spider web, and the figure was deeply embedded in it, with large amounts of dust and debris falling continuously.
Remy: (oA)!!!
Du Mu then slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on the stick Remy was holding high, and his eyebrows slightly raised.
"What are you doing?"
Remy gave an awkward smile. "I just wanted to ask, do you think my stick looks good?"
Du Mu knew exactly what he was thinking, but he didn't bother to point it out. He turned his gaze to the figure embedded in the wall and discovered that it was actually an acquaintance of his, Victor, Logan's good older brother.
"Is everything settled?"
A voice suddenly came from behind them.
Remy jumped in fright and looked around warily: "Who's there! Who's speaking!"
John, standing in the shadows of the corner:
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Okay, I do have the ability to become invisible.
Du Mu saw John's teeth and nodded: "Yes, this card master is willing to lead the way for us."
Remy corrected, "My name is Card King, not Card Master."
"Okay, Card Master."
Remy:
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If he weren't outmatched by Du Mu, he would have thrown a red card right in Du Mu's face and shown him what a true card master was.
Du Mu asked John, "What's going on here? Why is Victor here?"
John explained, "Victor suddenly appeared and ambushed Logan and me. He attacked Logan first, then started attacking me, and then you guys showed up."
"Where's Logan?"
"There."
Following John's gaze, one could see Logan struggling to his feet in the distance, several deep, bone-revealing claw marks on his neck, flesh torn open, blood gushing out—a sight that sent chills down one's spine.
Anyone else would have been ready to be reincarnated long ago, but Logan has a lock-on mechanism, so a mere fatal wound is nothing to him, and he recovers completely in a few breaths.
At the same time, Victor finally managed to pull himself out of the wall with great difficulty.
He shook his groggy head, his beast-like eyes fixed on Du Mu, his pupils filled with unprecedented astonishment and suspicion.
The power of that punch was completely beyond his comprehension!
Even now, his chest bones and internal organs are still throbbing with pain, and even his body's self-healing factors need time to repair themselves, which shows just how serious his injury is.
He had never experienced such destructive power from anyone else in his long life.
Where did this monster come from?
"Victor, you sour radish, don't eat it!"
After Logan's throat healed, his first words were to curse Victor's family, completely unaware that he had inadvertently insulted himself as well.
After all, he and Victor are half-brothers.
Victor forced down his shock at Du Mu and grinned at Logan, saying, "My foolish brother, you're still so careless, you haven't improved at all."
Logan was furious, and six adamantium claws shot out from between his fingers, gleaming coldly.
"I'll shut your stinking mouth up right now, Victor!"
"Heh, you think you can take me?"
Victor sneered, and his fingernails instantly grew longer, transforming into sharp, knife-like bone claws.
Without saying a word, he took off running in the opposite direction from Logan!
Logan:
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Although Victor is bloodthirsty and brutal, he is by no means a mindless brute.
Seeing that Logan had so many people on his side, and that they were outnumbered, not to mention the unfathomable strength of Du Mu, they decisively chose to retreat strategically.
Victor was much faster than Logan, using all four limbs like a real saber-toothed tiger, and could leap between buildings, making it impossible for Logan to catch him.
"Catching me won't be that easy!"
Victor glanced back at Logan, who had been left behind, and gave a disdainful smile.
Just as Victor was about to escape from everyone's sight, several gunshots suddenly rang out!
boom! boom! boom!
Three bullets traced graceful arcs through the air, precisely piercing Victor's skull!
He instantly lost control and crashed heavily from mid-air.
Holding the Golden Desert Eagle, Du Mu sneered, "Trying to run away from me? Do you really think I don't exist?"
Looking at Victor, whose mind was racing and who had a cheerful smile on his face, Remy felt a chill run down his spine and dared not move.
He was only glad that he hadn't run away or attacked Du Mu; otherwise, he would probably be the one lying there now.
Before Victor could fully recover, John quickly returned from the entertainment venue, carrying a set of leather restraints that looked like something from a BDSM community, and bound Victor tightly.
Du Mu looked at Victor, who was tied up in a strange position with a ball stuffed in his mouth, and his expression was somewhat subtle.
"Where did you get this set of equipment?"
John said helplessly, "Time is of the essence, and we couldn't find anything more suitable, so we had to borrow it temporarily from a young lady. She said it would be absolutely sturdy enough to tie someone up. What's wrong? Do you want to change it?"
Logan quickly intervened, "No, I think this is a good idea. Victor is too dangerous. We must ensure everything goes smoothly. It's always better to be cautious."
That's what he said, but the corners of his mouth that he couldn't suppress completely betrayed his true thoughts.
Hahahahahaha!
Victor, I never thought you'd end up like this!
Not long after, Victor's injuries gradually healed, and he slowly opened his eyes.
At first, his eyes were somewhat unfocused and confused, but he quickly regained focus and immediately realized that he was bound in an extremely humiliating position with a foreign object stuffed in his mouth.
"Ughhhh!!"
Victor struggled frantically, but the woman was right; this thing was really sturdy when used to tie people up, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.
Du Mu chuckled and said, "Don't waste your energy. If you cooperate obediently, I might consider untying you."
Victor; "Ughhhh!"
Du Mu waved to Remy: "Trist, help him get the ball down and hear what he has to say."
"My name is Ray... well, I'm Drizzt."
Having witnessed Du Mu's strength, Remy had given up resisting and would do whatever Du Mu said.
After removing the ball from his mouth, Victor roared furiously, "You bunch of bastards! I'll tear you all to pieces!!"
He had never suffered such a humiliation in his life.
To be forced into such a shameful position by this thing, especially in front of that brat Logan, is worse than killing him!
Logan crouched down, his three adamantium claws pressing against Victor's chin, and said coldly, "Victor, tell me the truth, was killing Kayla part of Stryker's plan? Was it all planned all along?"
Victor grinned, revealing two sharp teeth, and sneered, "You think I'd tell you?"
"Then pay with Kayla's life!"
Logan's eyes burned with murderous intent; he was ready to kill his own family for the greater good.
Victor's healing ability is not as good as Logan's, and if his head is cut off, there is absolutely no chance of regeneration.
"Wait, Logan, let me try."
Suddenly, Du Mu reached out and firmly grabbed Logan's arm. Three sharp adamantium claws stopped less than an inch from Victor's eyes.
Logan turned to look at Du Mu, hesitated for a moment, and finally suppressed his surging hatred, slowly retracting his adamantium claws.
"Then it's up to you."
Seeing this, Victor scoffed, his eyes filled with disdain: "What, you think I'd answer if someone else asked? Don't dream about it."
Like Logan, he had long since become indifferent to life and death, the kind of person who would fight anyone who disagreed, and no threat could shake him.
No one can force Victor to speak unless he chooses to.
"You will speak up."
Du Mu smiled slightly, his eyes immediately flashing with white light as he stared directly into Vidocq's eyes.
"Tell me, are you and Stryker in cahoots?"
As soon as he finished speaking, an invisible spiritual force emanated from Du Mu, piercing straight into the depths of Victor's consciousness!
This was the black magic that Du Mu learned from the Ghost Cult's version of the Dark Book, which was the hypnotic control that Dracula had used on him.
Victor froze, his pupils contracting sharply.
However, he was, after all, a veteran who had experienced countless bloody battlefields over the past century, and his will was as tough as steel that had been tempered.
Faced with Du Mu's hypnotic control, he instinctively unleashed a savage and violent resistance, actually managing to withstand Du Mu's mental power.
Of course, the main reason is that Du Mu is a beginner and not proficient enough in this skill. His skill is far less effective than Dracula's.
Since magic isn't enough, let's make up for it with fists!
Bang! !
Without hesitation, Du Mu punched Victor hard in the face!
The immense force knocked Victor senseless, and under this pure physical force, even his willpower inevitably showed a crack.
Du Mu keenly captured this moment of relaxation.
Without pausing, he pressed his advantage, like a pile driver, and the second punch followed immediately!
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud—!
Du Mu's fists transformed into drumbeats, relentlessly pounding on Victor's face, the dull thuds echoing wildly through the back alley.
Surprisingly, it actually sounds quite rhythmic.
Victor was tightly bound and had no way to dodge; he could only endure it all.
His face swelled and deformed rapidly from the heavy blow, his nose collapsed, and blood kept oozing from his mouth and nose.
At first, Victor was able to struggle a few times, but as Du Mu's fists continued to fall, his movements became less and less, his originally fierce eyes began to glaze over, and in the end, only his body twitched unconsciously.
That's so brutal!
The onlookers were dumbfounded.
Did Victor kill Logan's wife or your wife? What kind of grudge do you two have?
Du Mu pounded on it for a full half minute before finally stopping.
At this moment, Victor's face was a bloody mess, a pile of minced meat, looking just like the meat filling of a handmade beef ball, a truly gruesome sight!
His mental defenses, like his face, were blasted to smithereens by the powerful physical force.
A white light flashed in Du Mu's eyes again, and his spiritual power extended outwards.
This time there were no obstacles. Victor's scattered consciousness opened the door wide, allowing it to enter freely.
Du Mu asked, "Tell me, are you and Stryker in cahoots?"
"Yes."
Victor managed a hoarse reply.
Beneath his bruised and cracked eyelids, all the light and resistance in his eyes had vanished, leaving only an empty void.
Du Mu nodded in satisfaction and looked at the three people beside him who were still stunned: "I have successfully controlled him with my abilities. Feel free to ask me any questions you may have."
Three people:
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Is this control?
This is clearly a case of being forced to confess under torture!
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