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n169 Battle in the Room

nThe rush of water persisted, and Lumian grew anxious, fearing that “Hammer” Ait might sense danger. He needed to calculate the height just right before pulling the trigger.

nBang!

nThe bullet tore through the drapes, leaving behind searing scorch marks.

n“Hammer” Ait’s hair stood on end before any of this happened. He paid no mind to the fact that he was mid-stream and promptly collapsed to the side.

nYellowish liquid splattered in all directions. The bullet grazed Ait’s arm, striking the wall and narrowly missing Lumian on the rebound.

nLumian’s revolver flew from his grip after a missed shot. He seized the edges of the curtain, yanked it off, and used it to ensnare Ait.

nBefore Ait could recover from the agonizing cramps, darkness enveloped his vision, and he found himself wrapped in a cream-colored shower curtain.

nUnfazed, he rolled and concealed himself beside the bathtub. Then, he grasped the shower curtain with both hands, using it as an improvised weapon.

nWith a soft whoosh, the curtain, now wrapped around Lumian’s fist, veered off course, thwarting his attempt to strike Ait’s head.

nAit seized the moment and rose, inadvertently tearing his pants in the process.

nHe swung his heavy fist at Lumian, hammer-like.

nLumian quickly raised his arm to shield himself, realizing that his opponent possessed exceptional strength—he couldn’t withstand it.

nForced to retreat a step in order to regain his balance, Lumian found himself on the backfoot. Ait wasted no time, relentlessly bombarding him with a flurry of punches from both hands.

nLeveraging his height, long arms, and superior strength, Ait employed straightforward punches akin to cannonballs, neglecting any fancy techniques.

nIt was only then that he could clearly discern the assailant’s visage.

nGolden hair tinged with black, bright and light-blue eyes, nostrils stuffed with bits of white paper—creating a peculiar sight.

nCiel? The same Ciel who killed Margot and gravely injured Wilson? Ait felt initial surprise, followed swiftly by delight.

nHe isn’t that formidable. I can take him down completely!

nThe washroom proved confining, with Lumian enduring the putrid stench. He suffered two blows from the towering 1.9-meter giant before finding himself forced two steps back, cornered near the door.

nAt that moment, the mobsters outside heard the gunshots and hurriedly approached. One of them gripped the handle and pushed open the door.

nJust as Ait’s leg aimed for a low kick, Lumian’s left leg suddenly swung back, forcefully striking the door.

nWith a resounding clang, the partially opened wooden door snapped shut again, narrowly missing the mobster’s nose.

nRealizing they couldn’t breach the door for the time being, the mobsters drew their revolvers and aimed at the wooden barrier from various heights, but they dared not open fire.

nCapitalizing on his kick against the rear door, Lumian contorted his body, evading Ait’s straight punch and positioning himself beside his adversary.

nDelivering a series of rapid strikes—punches, elbows, knees, and kicks—Lumian sought to disrupt the enemy’s assault before they could fully unleash their power.

nIt resembled a Pugilist, the kind who habitually expelled force with grunts of “Heh!” and “Hah!”, but now capable of only a single “Heh!” Each time Ait tried to strike with force, Lumian took the initiative and forcefully blocked him.

nAfter altering his combat strategy, Lumian managed to narrow the strength gap between them. Not only did he regain some control, but he also utilized his greater agility to shift his body and change positions.

nSoon enough, the figure blocking the washroom entrance turned out to be Ait, his back against the door.

nWorried that his subordinates might lack intelligence and open fire from outside, accidentally killing him, Ait quickly diverted his attention and shouted, “Do not fire!”

nDespite Ciel utilizing his technique to bridge the gap, Ait remained unfazed. He exuded immense confidence.

nAs long as he acted in a normal manner, he was certain he could eliminate his opponent in the confined washroom environment. The only uncertainty was the duration it would take.

nNevertheless, Ait remained vigilant. He continued to unleash powerful punches and kicks, attempting to force Lumian toward the window, creating an opportunity for his subordinates to enter.

nFearing that Lumian possessed some kind of Beyonder power, Ait believed that using the threat of a revolver would expedite the process of dispatching his enemy.

nBam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Lumian faced the relentless onslaught of the Pugilist’s full-powered attacks without showing any signs of surrender. However, he found it increasingly strenuous.

nThroughout this ordeal, Ait’s eyes darted to his surroundings, wary of potential traps or powerful allies lying in ambush.

nHis gaze swept across the edge of the bathtub and landed on an open metal canister.

nWhat purpose does it serve? Before Ait could ponder further, Lumian’s mocking smile appeared, accompanied by a curse as he struggled to block Ait’s onslaught.

n“Useless piece of junk! What are you waiting for? Those outside, come in and lend a hand!”

nA buzzing anger surged within Ait.

nHe discarded all other concerns and launched an unusually ferocious attack.

nProvocation!

nLumian had added Provocation to those two sentences!

nConfronted with the raging “Hammer” Ait and his devastating blows, Lumian fought desperately to hold his ground. Occasionally, he relied on the flexibility of a Dancer to shift positions.

nUnbeknownst to him, he was gradually being pushed toward the wall with the window.

nThis allowed the washroom door to open, but the mobsters outside hesitated, fearing they might collide with “Hammer” if they kicked it open. They cautiously pushed it inward, inch by inch.

nIn that moment, Lumian, nearly overcome by the putrid odor, keenly sensed Ait’s waning strength and slower attacks.

nThe sedative took effect! Lumian swiftly dodged to the side, regaining his balance. He threw a powerful punch, channeling all the strength from his arm and waist, launching a counterattack.

nBang!

nAit’s arm, which had blocked the blow, visibly trembled, and his eyes betrayed a mix of surprise and panic.

nWhy? Why have I grown so weak?

nWhy have my reflexes slowed?

nAs Lumian grasped the state of his opponent, he unleashed two consecutive straight punches, forcefully parting the enemy’s arms.

nWithout hesitation, he closed the distance and adjusted his body slightly. With a swift motion, he drove his left elbow into Ait’s chest.

nCaught off guard, Ait failed to react in time, unable to dodge the strike. The elbow connected, cracking his sternum. His vision darkened, and he struggled to catch his breath.

nLumian didn’t grant him a moment’s respite. He smoothly shifted his body, allowing his poised right fist to collide with Ait’s abdomen.

nHe hadn’t harbored any lofty expectations of rendering Ait unconscious solely with the sedative. After all, the other party possessed the ability to resist the effects of certain Beyonder powers through sheer physical and mental fortitude, suggesting a high resistance to the sedative. Furthermore, despite the compactness and semi-enclosed nature of the washroom, with its bathtub, toilet bowl, and sink, the drug’s potency would be greatly diminished.

nLumian aimed to exploit the drug’s influence to weaken Ait’s combat prowess, slowing his reactions and substantially reducing his strength.

nIn doing so, the tide of victory would tip towards him uncontrollably!

nPfft!

nAit, reeling from the blow to his abdomen, instinctively curled up, becoming shorter than Lumian.

nSeizing the opportunity, Lumian raised his fists and swiftly hammered them behind Ait’s ears.

nBang!

nAmidst the cacophony, Ait’s vision faded to black, and he slumped unconscious.

nIt was the combined effect of a potent strike and the sedative.

nLumian squatted down, using “Hammer” as a shield.

nThe mobsters had already held the washroom door open for several seconds, but with Ait obstructing Lumian from their view, they refrained from opening fire.

nNow, they witnessed their towering boss, Hammer, being taken down by the assailant.

nLumian clasped Ait and offered a smirk to the group gathered at the door.

n“Go ahead! Fire! Why aren’t you firing?”

nOne of the mobsters caught sight of the assailant’s distinctive blonde and black hair, coupled with his rather handsome face, and suddenly pieced together a series of connections.

n“Ciel? You’re Ciel?” he exclaimed, his surprise evident.

nThe same Ciel who killed Boss Margot and threw Boss Wilson off the fourth floor?

nCiel of the Savoie Mob?

nHe’s back at it?

nLumian keenly sensed the mobsters’ profound fear. He grinned and gave Ait’s shoulder a friendly pat, brushing off the dust.

nThen, he took hold of Ait and proceeded towards the washroom door, one step at a time.

nSimultaneously, he curled his lips into a smile.

n“You’ve got two options. One, leave this room now and seek help from your Poison Spur Mob boss. Two, meet your demise here, one by one, at my hands.”

nAs he spoke, he advanced, a cold gaze sweeping across the faces of each mobster, as if contemplating the best way to eliminate them.

nThe mobsters couldn’t help but tremble, as a similar thought crossed their minds: Regardless, Boss Hammer has been apprehended. If we open fire, we’ll only harm him. It might be wiser to seek help from the boss!

n“Well?” Lumian snorted, urging them to decide.

nWith a swift swoosh, the first mobster turned on his heels and fled the room. The others followed suit, abandoning any notion of confrontation.

nWhen no one remained, Lumian let out a silent sigh of relief.

nIf those men had truly steeled themselves, their hearts unswayed by fear, the confined space of the washroom and their ten firearms would have posed a lethal threat.

nOf course, Ait could forget about survival as well.

nThey have no more than four minutes to reach Avenue du Marché from here… I must conclude the interrogation before “Black Scorpion” Roger and his comrades depart, granting me ample time to escape the scene and locate Baron Brignais at Salle de Bal Brise… Just four minutes… As Lumian assessed the current situation, he squatted down and propped Ait against the washroom’s door panel.

nThen, he dislocated his captive’s shoulder joints and bound his legs together using a shower curtain. Opening the window, he allowed the breeze to circulate from both sides.

nWith these tasks completed, Lumian removed the paper balls from his own nose, retrieved the metal canister containing the pungent gas, and held it to Ait’s nostrils.

nAchoo!

nAit sneezed, his eyes fluttering open.

nLumian promptly stowed away the metal canister, capping it, ensuring the other party remained in a weakened state.

n“What do you want?” Ait asked, fear and anxiety evident in his eyes as he recognized the person before him.

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