Battle of Ishtar(3)
Smoke rose from the red light district, people knew that something was going on.
At the site of chaos….
Max flew out of the smoke, blood leaking from the corner of his mouth. His face was a bit pale and he seemed to be injured.
'That b*stard!'
Max looked at the smoke with a grim look in his eyes.
"Whoosh!!"
The smoke suddenly blew away with a strong gust of wind and the man walked out of it with a crazy smile on his face.
One of his limbs was missing and black blood was flowing out of the wound like a river. But the man didn't seem to be bothered at all. He only seemed to have his eyes on Max.
"F*cking Psycho!! He traded his arm for an attack…"
When Max was cursing, he realised that the black colored aura was moving towards the man's severed arm. The next instant, it flew towards him before attaching itself back like it was never severed to begin with.
"F*ck!"