After Loren finished testing his sixth ability, the superhumans who had regained their vision fell back into a standoff.

No one paid attention to the death of the casino manager, assuming he had been injured in the chaotic battle just now and, combined with the collapse of the casino building, had succumbed to his severe wounds.

No one realized Loren had been the one to kill him.

After all, in such a chaotic situation, anyone’s death was hardly surprising.

Subsequently, having finished experimenting with his ability, Loren quietly canceled the “Misfortune” he had imposed on everyone.

The advancement was complete;
there was no need for it anymore.

Imposing “Misfortune” on such a large scale was also quite tiring.

After Loren canceled the “Misfortune,” the tense, sword-drawn atmosphere among the superhumans on the scene eased somewhat.

……

With no building left to provide cover.

The distant neon lights and the cold, artificial moonlight of the night simultaneously illuminated this expanse of ruins.

Figures stood sparsely, facing each other in a standoff.

The lines of sight across the field weren’t particularly good.

Fortunately, everyone present was a superhuman. With their enhanced physiques, they all possessed a certain degree of night vision.

The scene suddenly turned quiet. No one chose to reignite the conflict.

It was as if everyone present had regained their senses.

The intense atmosphere of battle vanished without a trace after the casino collapsed.

The building’s collapse seemed to draw a final stop to this meaningless melee.

At the same time.

Reinforcements from all sides also arrived amidst this cold, standoffish atmosphere.

Although somewhat belated, they had finally come.

The first to arrive on the scene were people from the Casino Board of Trustees.

Only two people came, two young men wearing fitted white suits. One wore black gloves, while the other was bare-handed.

These were two seventh-tier superhumans.

As soon as they arrived, they released the energy fluctuations from their bodies, announcing their presence.

It seemed both a reminder and a warning.

After arriving and seeing the casino reduced to ruins, the gloved seventh-tier superhuman remarked with some feeling:

“Missed the whole thing, huh? Your combat prowess is impressive.”

Then, the other seventh-tier superhuman beside him, after glancing towards the direction of the Main City center, reminded him:

“Hurry up and clean up this mess. The other groups will be here soon.”

Hearing this, the gloved seventh-tier superhuman nodded silently.

He took two steps forward and spoke calmly to the remaining superhumans in the area:

“People from the Labey Street Casino City, stand behind us.”

Upon hearing his words, the casino’s security personnel and the superhumans from the shops on the second-floor mall quickly moved to stand behind the two men.

The shops in the second-floor mall all had contracts with the casino;
the superhumans in these shops were considered collaborators, half belonging to the casino.

As for the casino’s third floor, that was the area for gamblers to rest. When the battle started in the main hall, the gamblers had already been evacuated.

Just as all those belonging to the casino had moved to stand behind the two seventh-tier superhumans.

The Energy Department’s Special Situation Handling Team also arrived.

Two six-person squads came, twelve people in total.

After the two squads arrived, their captains stood facing the two seventh-tier superhumans from the Casino Board of Trustees from a distance, mutually wary.

At this moment, Davis Feller pretended to cough a few times.

Only then did the squad members walk into the ruins to help the ragged-looking him out.

Blood still trickled from the corner of Davis’s mouth, and his body was covered in wounds of varying sizes, all similarly bleeding.

His injuries appeared to be the most severe on the scene, to the point where he needed support to walk.

But in reality, these were all superficial wounds.

To create an excuse to take action against the three major families, he had deliberately sustained horrifying-looking injuries.

As a sixth-rank Martial Artist, this level of injury was the kind that would heal on its own if he went to the hospital too late.

To achieve this, he had even deliberately suppressed his body’s self-healing ability.

Davis Feller was also helped to a position behind the two Special Situation Handling Teams.

Immediately, he was surrounded layer upon layer by the two squads, sealed off so tightly that no one on the scene could see him anymore.

Next, reinforcements from the three major families arrived as well.

Superhuman guards belonging to the three major families silently arrived on the scene.

Twenty-seven people in total, led by three superhumans whose tiers were not discernible.

After these people arrived and glanced at the Casino Board of Trustees members and the Special Situation Handling Teams, they silently walked into the ruins.

After digging out the corpses of the three nobles and gathering the surviving family bodyguards, they also led their people to stand to one side, waiting in silence.

The three nobles’ strength was only at the fifth tier. In this chaotic battle, their deaths were a perfectly normal occurrence.

Especially under the targeted joint assault of that Psychic Force expert and the expert with the materialization ability, it would have been a novelty if they *hadn’t* died.

After the three factions had gathered their own people, they all waited in silence, as if still expecting someone.

Time passed slowly. Fortunately, perhaps because the stakes were quite high.

The Law Enforcement Department’s efficiency tonight finally improved somewhat.

Everyone only waited a short while before they arrived in their law enforcement vehicles.

The person the three factions on the scene had been waiting for had finally arrived.

Although the Law Enforcement Department people were useless, they were, after all, the department in charge of Federation law.

Such a severe incident of superhuman melee, in name at least, still required their presence to be handled.

And after the Law Enforcement Department personnel arrived, something no one had anticipated happened: another group of unexpected, uninvited guests showed up.

In the night sky above everyone, a medium-sized aircraft suddenly flew in.

On the fuselage of the aircraft was printed the words “Federation Security Bureau.”

The aircraft hovered in the air, showing no intention of landing.

The aircraft’s hatch opened while it was still mid-air.

Two columns of superhumans in black uniforms jumped down from the aircraft one after another.

Their rough landing method created waves of air currents upon impact, stirring up the dust settled on the ground.

After landing, these black-uniformed superhumans all released the energy fluctuations from their bodies.

This behavior was nothing but ostentatious and arrogant, as if they were afraid no one would know how powerful they were.

The members of the Special Situation Handling Teams all waved their hands with dark expressions, dispersing the dust in front of them, silently complaining in their hearts:

“These idiots from the Security Bureau… been cooped up in the dark for too long, huh? Gotta make such a flashy entrance every time they show up publicly…”

At that moment, another figure descended from the aircraft in the sky.

The dust on the ground was stirred up again, and everyone’s expressions darkened once more.

These idiots…

After landing, this figure patted the dust off his clothes without a care.

He scanned the entire area, his gaze lingering on Loren for a moment before quickly moving away.

Then, addressing the ruins where only three people remained, he spoke with extreme arrogance:

“Serial number 79142345, fall in! From today onward, you are no longer in the shadows.”

From beneath the buried rubble, a figure with powerfully built muscles pushed aside the debris pinning him down and walked towards the Security Bureau crowd with a loud laugh.

“As you command, sir!”

This figure was that physically formidable gambling master.

Everyone present who knew him, except for Loren, wore expressions as if they had eaten something disgusting.

Damn Security Bureau, you’re everywhere, aren’t you…

Especially Davis Feller and the people from the three major families, whose expressions were the most unpleasant.

Davis felt the Security Bureau people were here to poach the Energy Department’s business.

And the reason the three major families’ people looked so grim was because *they* were that “business.”

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