Returning to the Mysterious Era

Chapter 92 - Test Over

As for the 150,000 Hongli Federation dollars, there would be no hemming and hawing about keeping it. After all, it was gang money so it was likely that it did not come from the cleanest of sources. He wasn\'t exactly wealthy in the real world, so he considered this an act of robbing the rich to aid the poor—him being the "poor."

Cassius disposed of the two bodies by simply stacking them in a corner. He left the main door ajar and waited quietly for the aforementioned trade members of the Black Fire gang.

At 5:45 p.m. on the dot, footsteps sounded outside. Right on time.

"This should be the warehouse, let\'s go in and check."

The warehouse door swung open, and two members of the Black Fire gang entered. Sporting black leather jackets, flame tattoos the size of a thumb on their wrists, and their hair combed into spiky and strange styles, they were the very picture of gang members.

They glanced inside but only saw an empty area with a vacant chair there. Cargo blocked their view on the right side.

"Where are they?" one of the gang members holding a briefcase asked.

"Right here." A deep voice suddenly came from behind them.

Immediately, the two men felt an oppressive heat radiating from behind them. Whoever was there had a presence that inexplicably made their legs go weak. One of the men reached for his waist with shaky hands.

"Heh heh." A cold laugh drifted by. The crisp sounds of bones cracking resounded once, then twice. The two heads in Cassius\'s hands "turned" to look at him before dropping to the floor. He might have used a bit too much force. A mere twist of the neck and it had rotated a full 180 degrees.

It took him five minutes to clear the "trash."

At 5:50 p.m., he opened the Black Fire gang\'s briefcase, curious to see what remarkable items it contained. But all it had was a small bag of flour, which didn\'t interest Cassius, so he tossed the briefcase aside.

Ticktock, ticktock.

The hands of the clock moved incrementally, and finally pointed to 6:00 p.m. Cassius sat on a chair, observing his shadow on the tiled floor. The shadow jerked sporadically like it was having a fit. The frequency and amplitude of the twitching increased until finally, at a certain point, it became a blur.

A living person appeared exactly where the shadow had been—a figure identical to Cassius from twenty-four hours ago.

There was no difference in appearance, stature, or clothing, though there was a much colder aura. Cassius, with his sharp eyes, quickly zeroed in on the handgun at the Shadow Demon\'s waist. He patted his own side; the handgun was still there.

What was this rationale? Even the weapons were replicated?!

What if Cassius created the precious Hundred Herbs Body Refining Paste in the real world and carried it with him next time? Would the Shadow Demon replicate that too? After all, the paste had short-term healing and strength-enhancing effects, which could arguably be considered a weapon. What if Cassius captured the Shadow Demon and consumed the replicated paste? Would that work?

As far-fetched as it sounded, Cassius couldn\'t help ruminating on it. When it came to the Shadow Demon, he had a very rough idea of the rules. He wasn\'t too clear on the specifics, which was also why he carried a firearm this round for experimentation purposes. From this, Cassius learned that the Shadow Demon could replicate weapons.

He was, of course, confident that he could deal with it. A handgun posed no threat to a pugilist who had broken through the limits of the human body, even if it was Cassius himself from twenty-four hours ago holding it.

Let\'s tie it up first and deal with it in an hour, Cassius thought to himself. He was about to move when he heard someone unlocking the door from the outside.

Bang!

The iron door was kicked open, and seven to eight gang members with tattoos on their right hands stormed in.

"So we\'ve got a pair of twins messing with my Black Fire gang, huh? You got a death wish?!" The leader was a burly man with a mohawk wearing a black shirt with a skull print. He wore an arrogant, angry expression.

Six or seven subordinates stood behind him. Some were armed with baseball bats, others with steel pipes, and some were clutching daggers. They looked fierce, and each of them had a bizarre hairstyle.

"Boss, they seem to have guns!!!" a keen-eyed subordinate near the right side blurted out to the burly man. "Fuck!"

"Damn!" The burly man instantly drew his gun, and bullets whizzed toward the two figures.

Cassius vanished in an instant, while the Shadow Demon was a step slower. The bullet shot right through its right hand, but it seemed ineffective. The bullet did indeed pass through but it was like shooting into water. The surface would shatter, creating ripples across its reflection. But it would calm in the next instance, and the reflection would return back to normal.

A similar thing was happening with the Shadow Demon. Its wrist formed ripples before returning to normal in the blink of an eye.

The Shadow Demon turned its cold gaze towards the gang members, its eyes filled with icy killing intent. It seemed that their attack had triggered some mechanism in the Shadow Demon. It stood its ground and drew its gun, pointing it straight at them and pulling the trigger.

Bang, bang, bang!

A series of gunshots rang out, and the Shadow Demon engaged in a quick shootout with the burly man. Even though the Shadow Demon was hit by three or four bullets, its body merely formed ripples like it was made of liquid. Meanwhile, gang members were falling one by one, each bullet a critical hit, causing them to drop to the ground without even uttering a scream.

"So that\'s how it is..."

Cassius stepped forward from where he was hiding in the shadows nearby. The Shadow Demon immediately turned the gun on him and fired. By the time the bullet left the gun, Cassius had already vanished from where he stood.

The Shadow Demon quickly scanned its surroundings, but found nothing but a wide expanse of shadows. It was past 6:00 p.m., and the sun was currently descending below the horizon.

Inside the warehouse, it was dark with an obstructed view. The door was flung wide open, letting in the evening light. Instead of leaving, the Shadow Demon, grasping its handgun, opted to head toward the back of the warehouse where the goods were stored. It moved like a trained detective, treading lightly with its legs bent to lower its center of gravity. The handgun was always held aloft and level with its line of sight.

The area was dead silent all around. The Shadow Demon proceeded cautiously, playing the part of a detective hunting down criminals in a warehouse perfectly. The main parties to the transaction had been dealt with, leaving only one offender left. Where might the most dangerous culprit be hiding?

Bang!

A humongous figure charged out at lightning speed, knocking squarely into the shorter Shadow Demon and sending the figure flying.

Thud.

The handgun and the person hit the ground together.

"The test is over." A tall figure appeared next to the Shadow Demon, pressing a heavy foot down on its back until he almost cut off its breathing.