Chapter 317

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"Get up, or if you keep playing dead, I'll turn you into a real corpse."

"Cough cough cough."

With no chance to escape, Tsukiyama Shuu resignedly opened his eyes, "Who exactly are you? Are you the CCG's 'White Reaper,' Arima Kishou?"

The vast disparity in strength caused Tsukiyama Shuu to shed his arrogant demeanor.

"I am not Arima Kishou, nor am I from the CCG."

"Then how do you have that thing?"

Tsukiyama Shuu skeptically looked at the suitcase Abel had placed to one side.

"Are you referring to this? Before catching a ride with you, I grabbed it from the CCG headquarters."

"Heh, you're quite the comedian."

"You don't believe me? Well, I'm set to settle things with Arima Kishou tomorrow."

"Mm-hm, of course I believe you. That so-called Arima Kishou is no match for you."

Abel didn't need this guy in particular, but it just occurred to him that he could be used.

"I've heard your reputation as a 'Gourmet' is well-known, and many ghouls recognize you."

Tsukiyama Shuu wasn't stupid; he knew the other party spared his life deliberately with an ulterior motive, not just for fun.

Tsukiyama Shuu suddenly asked a question. 

"What do you want me to do?"

"That makes things easier. I want you to open another ghoul restaurant in Ward 11, and lure out as many ghouls from Ward 11 as possible."

"As for whether you can survive afterward, that's up to you."

As long as Tsukiyama Shuu's reputation as the 'Gourmet' is utilized, a group of ghouls unaware of the truth will surely gather.

In other words, he's being asked to be a double-crosser.

Tsukiyama Shuu rolled his eyes, feeling his blood pressure rise.

"After cooperating with me to clear District 11, I can spare your life. I won't go back on my word."

# Meeting

The next day, Abel was dining in the same Chinese restaurant.

Now, the biggest problem is how to identify and gather these ghouls who hide among humans after wiping out the ghouls attracted by the food.

Before long, a man clad entirely in white, with white hair as well, walked into the restaurant.

"I'm Arima Kisho, I have arrived."

Abel finished the rest of his food, then picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth. "Gustavus Abel, the man who is about to take your title of 'The Strongest.'"

"Very punctual. You didn't keep me waiting. Let's go"

Arima Kisho nodded, then got into a car with Abel.

Arima Kishou did not say anything more; he had a premonition that today's battle could bring him a surprise.

# Going

It was because he saw the surveillance video of Abel's actions at the headquarters that Arima Kishou agreed to it.

It wasn't long before the two arrived at a place that resembled a research base.

The CCG has prepared a battlefield for them, in order to prevent innocent bystanders from being affected.

"The walls here are reinforced with the latest alloy materials, allowing us to fight at full strength without any concerns"

Thus, the two walked into a spacious, enclosed space.

"Before we fight, I am curious. Are you really not a CCG investigator?"

"No."

"Have we ever met before? I have this feeling..."

"Never."

Abel shook his head, pressed the button on the suitcase, grasped the large machete, and with that posture, signaled to the other party he was ready, cutting the small talk, urging to start the fight.

Arima sighed.

As a half-human born in the Sunlit Garden and the CCG's ultimate weapon, what Arima Kishou truly wanted to ask was whether this person was also a half-human like himself.

So-called half-humans are those who do not possess the regenerative capabilities or kagune of ghouls, but can eat normal human food and have physical abilities far beyond ordinary humans; however, they have a very short lifespan.

Arima Kisho, who is 29 years old this year, is actually nearing the 'old age' period of his life, with his physical functions bound to decline over time.

"Are you sure you choose to use this Ghost Mountain Yamada No. 1 instead of your own Quinque?"

Before going in, Arima Kishou reminded the opponent, probably not wanting to take advantage of the situation.

"This sword suits me very well."

Seeing this, Arima Kisho also picked up the suitcase beside him, which is his current arsenal of choice: Quinque: Narukami!

This Quinque, Narukami, was actually capable of condensing Rc cells and releasing energy in the form of electric shocks!

After transforming, a white hand cannon appeared in his right hand and was immediately aimed at Abel.

A barrel extended into four metal flaps, with yellow electricity rapidly condensing between them.

The next moment, a bolt of electricity shot out.

Abel had just managed to position his large cleaver in front of him when he was instantly struck.

For most, this would have caused paralysis, leaving them vulnerable to attack.

But with Armament Haki as defense, Abel seemed unfazed.

Whoosh!

Then, from about ten meters away, he too swung his long sword.

A colorful flying slash went straight towards Arima Kishou.

Arima Kisho's pupils shrank, but he still managed to avoid the strike in time, thanks to his extraordinary speed and power.

Just a few minutes ago, Arima Kishou had said something about 'being reinforced with the latest alloy materials' and 'fight to your full strength without concern.'

And just like that, it went right through like tofu.

"With such power in the slash, even SSS ranked ghouls would have difficulty blocking it."

"He really is a troublesome guy."

Arima Kisho's gaze turned sharp, and the Quinque: Narukami in his hand began to change form again.