Dawn of BBC(Final)!

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"What?!"

Steven's words caught everyone's attention, and they turned their gaze toward the door where a white piece of paper was affixed. The paper seemed to bear some writing, intriguing the onlookers.

The appearance of the mysterious piece of paper startled Charles, and his anger flared up as he berated the others for their careless handling of the situation. "Who's responsible for this? How could you allow such scribbling and mess in this place?" he bellowed in frustration.

"No, no, no, I remember very clearly that there was no white paper on the door. It suddenly appeared here," said Steven, feeling a chill in his heart. "It definitely wasn't done by our people."

"Suddenly appeared?!"

The eerie situation left everyone present feeling unsettled. Despite being martial arts experts, they couldn't sense any disturbance or movement around them, and yet a piece of paper had inexplicably appeared nearby without their notice. It was as if an unseen force was at play, sending shivers down their spines.

The chilling thought crossed their minds – if the opponent enemy intended to assassinate them, it would indeed be effortless. The appearance of the mysterious paper raised concerns about the capabilities of their potential enemy, leaving them on edge and wary of any further surprises.

"Go and see, what does it say?" Charles furrowed his brows deeply. He also felt that this situation was out of the ordinary. With his cultivation at the Ninth Level of the Martial Disciple Realm, it was impossible not to detect any movement.

But strangely, he couldn't feel anything at all, which was extremely eerie. Despite his formidable cultivation, Charles couldn't sense any presence or movement around the area.

"Yes sir!!"

Steven picked up the paper with trembling hands and read the note out loud,

[ Thank you all for your 'kindness' towards me. As a token of my 'gratitude', I will present a great gift to the members of Black Bandit Company. With deep appreciation, signed: Loft.]

"Great gift?!"

The people present exchanged puzzled glances, their minds filled with confusion and uncertainty. The notion of a "great gift" as an expression of gratitude from someone associated with the notorious Black Bandit Company seemed utterly absurd.

They were unable to fathom the true intentions and motives behind the note and the mysterious figure named Loft. The situation only deepened the sense of mystery, leaving them with more questions than answers. Whispers and speculations circulated among the group as they tried to make sense of the bizarre turn of events.

"Who is 'Loft'?" asked Charles.

Charles's subordinates shook their heads, saying, "We have no idea; we've never heard of this name before."

In fear, Charles shouted, "Damn it, it's dangerous here, run!" Suddenly, an overwhelming sense of threat engulfed him, and the fear of death overwhelmed his sixth sense.

In a burst of strength and speed, Charles's body moved with the agility of a predator. His powerful muscles rippled beneath his skin, exuding a primal ferocity akin to a furious polar bear charging into action. With a resounding roar, he burst out of the building, leaving a trail of howling wind in his wake.

However, it was already too late.

*Boooom-!*

At that moment, the timed micro nuclear bomb planted by the ambush in the Black Bandit Company exploded instantly, with a force equivalent to hundreds of tons of explosives, reducing the entire Black Bandit Company building to rubble.

The explosion was so powerful that even an area of several hundred meters in radius was leveled to the ground. The tremendous shockwave swept through the surroundings, making the air almost tangible, causing the earth to tremble, and shattering glass within a few kilometers' radius.

The horrified expressions on the faces of Steven and the others turned into screams of despair. However, their reaction speed was no match for Charles's, and they were instantly buried within the rubble of the now-destroyed Black Bandit Company, perishing in the devastating explosion.

Even though Charles's reaction speed was incredibly fast, and his strength formidable, the power of the explosion was simply too terrifying. He was directly hit by the immense shockwave, and even the sky was filled with countless pieces of debris - steel and concrete from the shattered building - falling like meteors from the high altitude. The impact was strong enough to create dreadful craters on the ground.

*Bang-!*

*Bang-!*

*Bang-!*

In the aftermath of the explosion, smoke and dust filled the air, creating a scene of destruction and chaos. The once formidable headquarters of the Black Bandit Company now lay in ruins, with debris and wreckage strewn across the area. The ground was marked by large craters, and the buildings that once stood tall were reduced to mere fragments.

The devastation left behind was a grim reminder of the power of the explosion that had occurred just minutes before. The entire vicinity appeared like a desolate wasteland, a stark contrast to the bustling city it had once been.

A figure struggled out from among the debris, covered in blood and seriously injured. His face was contorted in anger, and he appeared to be furious beyond measure.

This person was none other than Charles. As a formidable martial artist at the Ninth Level of the Martial Disciple Realm, he managed to escape with his life despite the sudden and terrifying attack, displaying his exceptional survival skills.

"Loft!!!!"

Charles, filled with rage, shouted to the sky, almost bursting his lungs: "You dare to destroy my Black Bandit Company's headquarters, dare to commit such a heinous act, do you think you can escape? Can you still survive?"

"You're dead for sure, do you hear me? Even if you call upon the heavens and the earth, no one can save you now!"

"I swear, I will definitely catch you and tear you into a thousand pieces, annihilate your entire family!"

The audacity of the attack left Charles seething with fury and frustration. He had always been the one in control, the one striking fear into others, but now he found himself on the receiving end of a ruthless assault. The fact that someone could infiltrate his organization, plant such a destructive bomb, and deliver such a devastating blow was a bitter pill for him to swallow.

The situation was unprecedented; it was truly an extraordinary event.

It was clearly provocation, a direct challenge to the Black Bandit Company, and a humiliation to them!

If the Black Bandit Company doesn't retaliate and fails to capture this "Loft," they will lose all face and become completely humiliated in BlackMoon City.

The incident involving the destruction of the Black Bandit Company's headquarters and the loss of many of its members would undoubtedly have a significant impact on Charles's position as the director.

In the criminal underworld, strength, fear, and control are the pillars that uphold leadership, and any sign of weakness or failure to protect the organization's interests could be seen as a lack of capability and could lead to a loss of confidence in Charles's leadership. The surviving members of the Black Bandit Company might hold him responsible for the attack, questioning his ability to protect them and the organization.

They may view his failure to prevent the bombing as a sign of incompetence, and some might even see it as an opportunity to challenge his authority and vie for the leadership position.

*Whoosh-!*

*Whoosh-!*

*Whoosh-!*

Suddenly, from a distance, more than a dozen stones came flying, resembling sniper bullets, tearing through the air and making sharp sounds. Their power was extremely terrifying, and they immediately covered Charles's body.

"What? There's another ambush?!"

Charles's heart pounded in his chest as he realized the gravity of the situation. The destruction of the Black Bandit Company building was only the beginning.

The assailant's true intent seemed to be wiping out anyone who survived the initial blast. It was a ruthless and calculated act of eliminating witnesses and tying up loose ends. The shock quickly turned into a cold, chilling fear.

Charles had always been a fearsome figure in BlackMoon City, but now he felt vulnerable, exposed to a threat he couldn't comprehend. His mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation and devise a plan to protect himself.

Even though he was severely injured by the explosion, being a strong martial artist at the Ninth Level of the Martial Disciple Realm, he still retained some of his combat capabilities. He was far from an ordinary person and had the strength to defend himself to some extent.

*Bang-!*

*Bang-!*

*Bang-!*

He attacked swiftly, and in an instant, he unleashed nine punches. Each punch carried a force of over ten thousand kilograms, resembling the roar of a raging bear, extremely terrifying. It was hard to say how much more formidable these punches were compared to the fearsome [ Explosive Bear Fist.]

In an instant, those stones were pulverized, and the force of his punches radiated in all directions.

*Swish-!*

*Swish-!*

*Swish-!*

The enemy's attack left him no chance to catch his breath. Over a dozen laser beams shot towards him, almost covering every inch of his body. Each laser was aimed at a vital spot, and if any of them hit him, it would be fatal.

Faced with the relentless assault, Charles's face turned grave. He knew that if he made even the slightest mistake, he would meet his demise. With lightning reflexes, he moved his body in an intricate dance, narrowly avoiding the deadly beams of light. His movements were like that of a wild beast, agile and unpredictable, as he fought desperately to stay alive.

"Damn it!" Gasping for breath, Charles exerted all his strength to resist. His body moved with incredible agility, and with a leap, his legs acted like springs, allowing him to escape the coverage of the laser beams in an instant.

Before he could relax, suddenly a terrifying force attacked, as if a fierce tiger roaring, seizing Charles's vulnerability, leaving him with no chance to counterattack.

*Boom-!*

The powerful punch struck Charles's chest solidly, breaking three ribs on the spot. He was sent flying like a piece of paper, completely helpless and unable to resist.

"Who is it? Who did this? Is it you, Loft?!" Charles cried out in despair and fury, as he still couldn't see any figure around him.

Even though he was struck by a punch, he still couldn't see who the attacker was. It was as if the enemy could become invisible at will.

"Yes, it's me, Loft," a voice echoed from the air.

*Swoosh-!*

With a swoosh, a laser shot out.

"Not, not, no!" Seeing the situation, Charles was filled with extreme terror. He had nowhere to escape in the air, with no place to leverage for dodging. The laser closed in with a blink, and with a loud bang, his head was instantly blown apart.

Charles, dead!

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A/N*: Hello guys, I just wanna ask , are you guys enjoying the series? If yes/no, then please let me know in the comments. As wasting time on something which is not yielding any result, its better to not waste time.

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