Chapter 105

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Chapter 105: The Power to Fulfill a Wish

Everyone instinctively turned their gaze to Coalball, the mechanic of Skull’s Hand.

Almost every member of Skull’s Hand carried a painful past, but Coalball’s was one of the few that unfolded in L City. His father, ensnared by drug addiction, was forced to work for the Skull Jaw Gang. One day, in a brutal act of gang retaliation, armed assailants stormed his home. His parents and younger sister were killed, but Coalball escaped the same fate Gran Island for school at the time.

In truth, many families in the Lower City shared a fate much like his.

Born into poverty, they lacked the means to attend private schools, and sheer effort alone wasn’t enough to pull them out of the pit they were born into. Ultimately, many had no choice but to join gangs, resorting to petty crimes to survive. And in that cycle, those who lacked self-control often fell into addiction or developed deep psychological scars.

The world was advancing at a rapid pace, but its benefits seldom reached these individuals..

“I do want revenge—I’ve thought about it for more than ten years—but that’s not the only reason I joined Skull’s Hand.” Coalball shook his head. “I don’t want everyone risking their lives just for me.”

“If we want to take down Lucy Mormon, we’ll have to deal with the Skull Jaw Gang,” Bran said thoughtfully. “Those guys are bloodthirsty thugs, hoarding more weapons than some police stations. Even in the middle of a crowded street, if they want someone dead, they won’t hesitate to open fire.”

In other words, any negotiation with them would be drenched in violence and bloodshed.

For the former Skull’s Hand, trying to shake them up alone was next to impossible. Whether through legal means or outright violence, Lucy Mormon and his gang were an unstoppable force, while the entirety of Skull’s Hand consisted of only seven people, hardly enough to put a dent in their power.

Without that contract, the gap between ambition and reality would have remained an unbridgeable chasm.

“But things are different now. I have the power to change things, and you’ll see it with your own eyes,” Luo Di said, patting Coalball on the shoulder. “And you… You’ve waited ten years. If you had the chance to take revenge with your own hands, would you come with me?”

Coalball’s fists clenched instinctively.

“Do you even need to ask?”

Luo Di then turned her gaze to the rest of the group

“Come on, boss. We were ready to follow you even before you became an angel—so why are you even asking now?” Hill elegantly ran a hand through his long hair. “Lady Qing was just warning you about the danger, not telling you it’s impossible. So, what’s the plan? If you need me to drive, I’ll take you all the way to the bottom of the Mariana Trench!”

“It’s 6 PM now,” Luo Di said, glancing at the clock on the wall. “Is Lucy Mormon still in L City?”

“According to his schedule, he should be at home tonight—his villa at Hrom Manor in the outskirts. Wait—” Frey pushed up her round glasses, eyes widening. “You’re not seriously planning to act tonight, are you?!”

“One night is more than enough,” Luo Di said confidently. She had significantly bolstered her strength before returning, reaching the peak of her power thus far..

Besides, she knew time was moving fast on the other side. If she stayed too long here, over ten days might pass upon her return. Although it may sound absurd, but right now, she couldn’t afford any unexpected trouble from the demon. The thought of leaving him unsupervised—even for a moment—made her uneasy.

“Listen up…” The angel laid out her plan. “Here’s what we’re going to do. Understood?”

“No problem!” Everyone extended their hands, stacking them together. “Skull’s Hand, forever!”

At 8:30 PM, Bran perched atop a windmill outside Hrom Manor, scanning the scene through his binoculars to confirm their target’s position. “Lucy Mormon is seated in the dining hall, having dinner. I can’t confirm how many guards are inside, but I’d bet there are no fewer than five. As for the yard—just a rough count puts it at around thirty. The second you make a sound, they’ll swarm you.”

Each one of them was an elite member of the Skull Jaw Gang, armed to the teeth.

“Thanks. Once I move in, go meet up with Hill.” Luo Di did a final check on her bulletproof vest—power was one thing, but adding an extra layer of protection never hurt.

“I estimate It won’t take more than a few minutes.”

“At this point, all I can do is trust you,” Bran said with a bitter smile before earnestly adding, “Just… please come back safe.”

The angel spread her wings, their faint glow illuminating the windmill blades and Bran’s face. A soft breeze seemed to stir around them, making Luo Di’s short hair dance.

“That, I can promise.”

With that, she pulled out a mask and slipped it over her face. Her delicate features disappeared, replaced by the chilling visage of a white skull.

In the next instant, Luo Di shot into the sky, streaking toward the mansion half a mile away!

Within less than half a minute, she reached the rooftop of the manor.

Without hesitation, she summoned a fierce gale around her and dove straight down. Back in Paradise, she had already tested this—not even steel-forged wonder weapons could withstand the vertical strike of the Wind kiss Sword. How could a wooden roof with tiles possibly hold up?

With a deafening crash, a massive hole was torn through the roof!

Her momentum didn’t slow—she punched clean through two more floors before landing with pinpoint precision in the mansion’s dining hall.

Instantly, alarms blared across the estate, and floodlights bathed the courtyard in harsh white light.

At the far end of the dining table, Lucy Mormon sat frozen, staring wide-eyed at the winged figure that had just crashed through his ceiling. His knife and fork were still clutched in his hands, completely forgotten.

“We’re under attack!”

“Protect the boss!”

The bodyguards near Lucy reacted instantly, drawing their compact compact guns from their holsters and unleashing a barrage of gunfire towards Luo Di. Bullets ricocheted off the tabletop, sending splinters flying, while shattered plates and wine glasses littered the area with sharp fragments.

To Luo Di, however, everything seemed to slow down as if frozen.

Shards of glass hung suspended in the air, frozen mid-flight. She could even see the staggered muzzle flashes blooming like fiery petals from the enemies’ guns.

This was her new ability—unlocked after absorbing an immense amount of wishful Blood.

She called it “Windstep.”

Luo Di moved forward effortlessly, weaving through the storm of bullets like a phantom gliding down a rain-slicked street. While the gunmen’s eyes were still locked on where she had landed, she had already closed the distance—now standing right in front of Lucy Mormon.

Without hesitation, she seized a wine bottle from the table and smashed it against his skull. The bottle shattered on impact, sending amber shards flying, each glinting in the candlelight like tiny embers.

Lucy immediately lost consciousness.

Luo Di hoisted his limp body with one hand, then took to the air, soaring back through the gaping hole in the ceiling.

“Hold your fire! STOP!”

“Where—where the hell did she go?!”

The Skull Jaw Gang had emptied their magazines, only to realize—their target had vanished.

The only thing left in the room was the dying echo of the wind.

And then, the final, chilling realization struck—

“The boss—he’s GONE!”