Togiri and Fang observed the building for a few hours. They saw three people leaving and one entering.
The three guys were weaker than Togiri and Fang, but the person entering didn't have their Ten active at all, which meant it was either an expert or a regular person.
'She seems familiar? Wait it's that woman that joins the Phantom Troupe and uses needles and threads. She later on sews Hisokas arm together.'
@Yes, her name is Machi Komachine.@
"Fang, I know that woman and she is very strong so I don't think we should enter until she is gone." whispered Togiri to Fang.
"No! Let's wait for an hour if she still doesn't leave then we will have to take her on together" whispered Fang.
'Most Manipulators are known for this trait, they are quite stubborn, but he Isn't wrong. Today is the best day to solve this, hesitation means death" thought Togiri.
'Worst case, I will drop my new bomb and run, but the recources it took to make it...' a bitter smile appeared on Togiri face.
"Fang!" Togiri whispered. "Don't forge-" Togiri's view turned blurry and dark. 'Fuck, when...?' Togiri collapsed to the ground.
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Togiri woke up feeling constrained. He glanced down and saw that he and Fang were bound with old, rusty chains.
Their arms were tied, but their legs were free. "My weapons! You bastards!" bellowed Togiri' These dumbasses didn't get my hidden daggers and my special bomb'
"They're awake, boss!" yelled a hulking figure, a mountain of muscle that looked like a bodybuilder on steroids.
"Bring them to me," echoed through the large warehouse. An old husky authoritative voice stung in Togiri's ears.
Togiri scanned the area and spotted the gang leader, Akura, lounging at a desk in the center of the room. Beside him stood Machi Komachine, the muscle-bound enforcer, a man with mantis-like hands, and another who seemed oddly out of place.
As they were dragged across the floor, Fang stirred. "Huh? What's going on, Togiri?"
"Seems like we were knocked out and brought here. Watch for my signal," Togiri whispered.
The muscle-bound man hoisted them onto a crooked pipe. As they slowly spun, both took mental notes of the warehouse layout—tables, exits, wooden crates, and their opponents.
Machi remained disinterested, barely glancing their way. The muscular enforcer looked ready to fight and kill, but Akura, the leader, seemed intrigued.
He smiled, a cigar clamped in his mouth, his feet propped up on the desk, exuding relaxation.
The desk, incongruous in the otherwise empty warehouse, stood out among the crates and debris.
The mantis-handed man guarded the main entrance, while the ordinary-looking man watched from a smaller exit.
"Are you going to introduce yourselves, or are you just rude?" Akura asked, his tone mocking. Togiri and Fang, unmasked, revealed their faces.
Togiri replied with a smirk, "Isn't it polite to introduce yourselves first?"
"Hahaha!" Akura laughed, then slammed his fist on the table, denting it. "I ask the questions litt-" "Bahahahaha! Sorry... Hahahaha... ahhh..." Togiri's laughter interrupted Akura, suprising everyone, even the aloof Machi.
No one expected a captive boy to laugh at Akura, the feared leader of The Seven Deadly Sins, while facing certain death.
"I know who you are, what you are, and where you go to the toilet... but what kind of wood is that? Such a strong table, did you hurt your little hand? Hahaha," Togiri taunted, releasing his killing intent towards Akura.
This halted the muscle-bound man and terrifying Akura, whose fear quickly turned to rage.
"KILL THESE SPIES!" Akura commanded. The muscle-bound man advanced, but Togiri and Fang flexed, breaking the chains and leaping away.
"You take the mantis guy, I'll handle these two," Togiri instructed. He dashed toward the bodybuilder, using the Gyo, the Nen technqiue concentrating his Nen in his feet to enhance his speed and struck from behind, hitting the spine of the big man.
The giant collapsed, unable to rise. Togiri then hurled a heavy metal ball, using Shu, coating the ball to enhance its destructiveness, aiming to kill Akura.
Machi blocked the attack with her Nen threads. Togiri chuckled and spoke "Why are you interfering? Do you want money? I have billions," Togiri offered, but Machi remained silent, observing his every move.
They stood in a tense stalemate, both waiting for the other to make a move. Meanwhile, Fang faced the bloodthirsty mantis-handed man.
"It's been a while since I killed a kid. Huhuhuhu," the mantis guy taunted. Fang, disgusted and angry, maintained his composure, dealing damage with each exchange.
Though faster and stronger, Fang's small size made him vulnerable. After dozens of blows, he decided to end it quickly with a full-powered strike. His attack shattered the mantis's left arm and shoulder, but not before the mantis landed a cut.
Both leaped back. "AAAARRRGGHHHH!" The mantis spat blood and collapsed, seemingly lifeless. Fang, however, screamed in agony.
"TOGIRIIIIIIIII!!!!!"
Everyone's attention shifted to Fang, writhing on the ground in pain, his arm severed.
"FAAANG!" Togiri shouted, using his full power to dash toward Fang, but was quickly ensnared by Machi's needle thread around his neck 'FUCK!'