Chapter 201: So You Were Here Too

Chapter 201: So You Were Here Too

Black “Spirit Body Threads” belonging to different living beings appeared in Klein’s eyes, but he did not immediately extend his own spirituality to attempt manipulation.

After distinguishing and confirming which Spirit Body Threads belonged to Mosona, he gulped down a mouthful of malt beer and focused on admiring the boxing match in the ring, just like a true spectator.

The two boxers were bare-chested and wore no protective gear. They fought with all their strength. Their bodies collided again and again; every punch landed solidly. Very quickly, the match became heated.

Many drunkards and gamblers watching from around the ring felt their adrenaline surge. They fanatically shouted the name of the fighter they supported and yelled:

“Beat him to death!”

“Kill that son of a bitch!”

On the second floor, Mosona had forgotten the cigar in his hand as well. He stared fixedly at the ring below, one hand already clenched tightly into a fist.

Among the people around him, aside from the bodyguards responsible for watching suspicious individuals in the surroundings and guarding key areas such as the roof and downstairs—so that they had no choice but to keep their backs to him—the others inevitably placed their attention on the blood-pumping boxing match.

Klein once again lifted his hand and gulped down a mouthful of beer, as though the tense atmosphere had made it hard for him to breathe.

At that moment, his spirituality silently spread out and seized the illusory black thread corresponding to Mosona.

One second. Two seconds. Three seconds… Mosona, with his rosacea, had just been about to move his fist slightly, as though he himself were fighting in the ring, when his mind suddenly went numb.

He felt that the scene around him had suddenly become somewhat strange, as though several layers of thick glass had been added over it.

Mosona then discovered that his thoughts had grown distinctly sluggish. It was as though every part inside his head had suddenly rusted.

Because the target was only an ordinary person, and his spirit-body strength was far inferior to that of a Beyonder, Klein did not need twenty seconds to initially control him.

Seven seconds!

Only seven seconds!

Something’s wrong… There’s a problem… It should be… a Beyonder… with a rather special… ability… Mosona frequently dealt with pirates and was not unfamiliar with the mysterious world. That was why he had paid an enormous price to hire Beyonders to protect him. If his body had not been hollowed out early by wine and women, leaving his mind weak and his condition poor enough that taking a potion would most likely make him lose control, he would have directly obtained that supernatural power himself.

At that moment, because his thoughts were sluggish and he had no experience, Mosona spent more than ten seconds before finally understanding that he was under attack. He immediately stretched his arm forward and opened his mouth, trying to call for help.

However, his movements were so slow, and the sound in his throat was so faint. The bodyguards beside him were focused on the tense, fierce boxing match. The crowd’s shouting rose in wave after wave. The guards at the perimeter, meanwhile, had their attention on places from which an attack might come, not on the heavily protected employer in the middle. The obvious abnormality was simply overlooked.

By the time the climax of the fight temporarily calmed and some bodyguards and subordinates turned back to look at their boss, all they could see was Mosona’s somewhat blank gaze and the slightly unnatural position of his hands. It seemed as if he were still immersed in the boxing match, anxiously awaiting the final result.

Tears seeped from the corners of the underworld boss’s eyes. He struggled to loosen his fingers, wanting to let the cigar fall to the floor and attract attention.

Yet he discovered in despair that his thoughts were becoming slower and stiffer. Even a simple…