Chapter 89: Chapter 89: The Second-Generation "The Filthblood Reaper"_1
The office door opened, and two doormen coerced by Aiden tiptoed inside, their necks stiff as if welded, not daring to look back even once.
There was a reason for their extra caution, for behind them, a dangerous imp was closely following.
A half-minute earlier, the boy in strange attire had "kindly" greeted them with a set of black magic and made clear his identity, then very politely "requested" they lead him into the office.
The offspring of Meiruki family were infamous killers on the streets, among them "The Filthblood Reaper," a legendary figure in the assassin world, known to everyone in the underworld.
So when he produced the token of the Meiruki family, they immediately ceased all resistance.
Rumor had it that each of Meiruki’s offspring possessed supernatural powers, and even the least skilled among them was not to be trifled with by ordinary folks, not to mention this boy had just proven his point with his actions.
Aiden cautiously followed them, keeping to their shadows.
The doormen led him into an inner room, and as the door opened, a dense wave of tobacco smoke enveloped them.
Through the gap between the two doormen, Aiden saw the lean man bathed in the glow of the gas lamp behind a large desk, puffing on a rolled cigarette, conversing with three underworld figures beside the desk, as three bodyguards stood at either side near the entrance.
"What’s going on with you two?"
Seated behind the desk, Carlo Bollpo was the first to notice the underlings who were supposed to be guarding the door outside, his brow furrowed, and his hawk-like sharp eyes overflowed with evident displeasure.
As their superior’s face darkened, the two doormen’s faces went pale instantly, but they still stuttered as they began to convey Aiden’s message, "So-sorry, boss, but, but..."
"But someone... someone asked to see you..."
"What?" Carlo looked baffled.
At this point, Aiden spoke up, "Don’t waste any more time. If you can’t speak clearly, just show Mr. Borbo the token."
The room instantly went on high alert. To them, the voice was not only unfamiliar but also appeared incredibly sudden—Aiden was hidden behind two grown men, and no one could notice him right away.
Yet the voice sounded mature, although the timbre was that of a child, which was quite eerie.
One doorman moved stiffly, advancing under Carlo’s furious gaze.
Bringing someone inside without permission was already enough to fill Carlo with rage, let alone the submissive manner in which they obeyed the visitor.
But the doorman had no choice, the glare of his boss might be scary but wouldn’t immediately riddle them with bullets, yet Aiden’s bizarre black magic could twist off their heads at any moment.
With trembling hands, the doorman placed the badge Aiden had given him on the desk, and with just one look, Carlo gasped, "The offspring of Meiruki!?"
No sooner had these words left his mouth than the already on-edge bodyguards swiftly reached for their guns.
"The offspring of Meiruki" were well-known assassins in the underworld, and their first thought upon one coming to the office was that someone was after their boss’s head.
The remaining doorman standing in front of Aiden cried out "Waah" and dove to the ground, hugging his head; he was right between Aiden and the bodyguards, and with a gunfight imminent, he would be the first to turn into a sieve once shooting started.
But the gunfight he anticipated didn’t happen, only a few screams echoed simultaneously as pitch-black tentacles, akin to those of an octopus, extended from the shadows of the six bodyguards, coiling around each person’s arms and body like a predacious python, instantly tightening with brute force that nearly snapped their ribs.
"Don’t always go for your guns to scare people; I’m still just a kid, you know." Aiden, wearing a mask, stood at the doorway laughing and shrugged his shoulders.
Before the operation began, Daili had summoned a shadow demon in the prison and attached it to Aiden’s shadow. Three hours after the summoning, control of the shadow demon was transferred to Aiden. As the casting process was complete, Aiden didn’t need to chant any spells when commanding the shadow demon.
The shadow demon was one of the three demons that Daili handled most skillfully, and Aiden found it very convenient to borrow as well.
Now, within a 30-meter radius with Aiden at the center, he could use any distinctly outlined shadow as a medium to let the shadow demon materialize in different forms and attack the target, capable of seizing up to fifty targets at once.
Even more conveniently, he could have the shadow demon automatically sense rapidly changing silhouettes and directly attack the corresponding targets.
In other words, in this brightly-illuminated room filled with gaslight, everyone casting a shadow had already been targeted by the shadow demon attached to him.
When those bodyguards attempted to draw their guns, the shadow demon immediately captured their aggressive movements through their shadows and automatically launched an attack.
Those familiar with shadow demons might still think of ways to counteract, such as instantly destroying the gas lamps to eliminate the light source and make distinctly outlined shadows disappear, or killing the caster from outside the spell’s range with long-distance means. Besides, though the materialized shadow demon was strong, its own durability was weak. The shadow demon, able to morph its form at will, was invulnerable to physical harm but was extremely vulnerable to things like Holy Water that dealt special damage to demons...
However, the people on-site were utterly helpless against this bizarre magic, even if they had guns in their hands.
Black magic was under strict regulation by the Heresy Inquisitions precisely because it often allowed those who mastered this forbidden knowledge to completely overpower the uninitiated.
Aiden’s feat of instantly killing six armed bodyguards immediately intimidated everyone present, including the room’s owner, Carlo.
The cigarette fell from his mouth, landing on his thigh and burning a hole in his pants, the heat causing him to spring up from his seat.
As a crime syndicate officer, he had seen plenty of action and knew several strange folk who used black magic, after all, the necromancer who had ties to the underworld and had turned Slyne into a zombie was someone he had introduced.
However, none of those people could compare to the eerie boy before him.
"Don’t be so nervous, Mr. Borbo, I’m not here to kill you." Aiden raised his hand and pointed a gun-shaped gesture at Carlo, "If I wanted your life, I could take it right now."
"Who the hell are you..." Carlo’s cheeks twitched.
He was aware of Meiruki’s offspring, but he’d never heard of such a formidable figure among Meiruki’s children.
This kind of power was almost on par with the former king of assassins.
"Allow me to introduce myself, I am ’The Filthblood Reaper.’" The young Aiden placed a hand on his chest and politely replied.
"The Filthblood Reaper? Weren’t you already caught by..." Carlo looked flabbergasted.
Having disappeared nearly two years ago, people in the underworld generally knew about the capture of this assassin king by the Heresy Inquisitions.
"Ah, I’m the second generation, taking over her position." Aiden said with a smile, spreading his hands, "The second generation... The Filthblood Reaper!"
