The black man sneered arrogantly, his hands suddenly igniting into flames like a magician's trick. With a commanding shout, he unleashed two large fireballs towards Xu Mo, the heat waves distorting the air around them.
"Fire manipulation, huh?" Xu Mo thought, unimpressed by the display. As the blazing projectiles hurtled towards him, he casually raised a fist. With lightning speed, he punched the air, creating a thunderous sonic boom.
The shockwave blasted through the room, snuffing out the fireballs as if they were mere candles. The gangsters were thrown back, screaming, some crashing into the glass walls with a sickening crunch. The unfortunate few smashed through the glass entirely, their bodies plummeting to the ground below.
The black man, now bloodied and battered, coughed up blood and looked at Xu Mo in terror. "Who are you? Why are you here?" he gasped, struggling to comprehend the sheer power he'd just witnessed. No mutant he'd ever encountered had this kind of strength.
Xu Mo smirked. "Who am I? Ask Frank. He'll know." As he spoke, white energy began to emanate from his body, coalescing into glowing orbs that hovered around him. The sight filled the gangsters with dread; the sound of the energy crackling was like a harbinger of death.
Without warning, one of the white orbs shot forward, striking the black man and sending him flying. The orb exploded mid-air among the remaining gangsters, the blast tearing through them like shrapnel. The room was filled with agonized screams as limbs were shredded and blood splattered everywhere. It was a scene from a nightmare.
Damon, standing nearby, felt a chill run down his spine. The sheer carnage left him terrified. Xu Mo turned his cold gaze towards where Damon and his daughter, Mindy, were hiding. The look in his eyes compelled them to step forward.
"Are you here to deal with Frank?" Damon asked cautiously, his voice shaking.
"Of course. Do you know where he is?" Xu Mo replied, eyeing the two of them.
Mindy, unfazed by the violence, pointed upwards. "He's on the top floor."
Without another word, Xu Mo headed for the elevator, Mindy and Damon trailing behind.
On the top floor, the sudden silence unnerved Frank. He dialed his black enforcer's number, but there was no answer. His anxiety grew. Could two people really have overpowered all his security?
"Guy, go check it out," Frank ordered one of his trusted men. Guy, a lean and cautious figure, nodded. He opened the door slowly, peeking out into the corridor. As he looked up the staircase, the elevator bell dinged.
Three figures emerged. Frank recognized Damon and Mindy instantly. His eyes narrowed in disbelief at the sight of Xu Mo, a young man who seemed out of place in this deadly situation.
"Damon, I can't believe you're here!" Frank snarled, surprised by the audacity of the two, especially in the company of a child. Guy positioned himself protectively in front of Frank, on high alert.
"Who are you? Who sent you?" Frank demanded, his voice heavy with authority. Unbeknownst to the intruders, he discreetly pressed a button under his desk. This button wasn't for the police; it was a distress signal to his strategic allies, who would arrive much faster than any law enforcement could.
Xu Mo chuckled softly. "Frank, the notorious drug lord. You sent a killer after me earlier, and now you're asking who I am? You should recognize me; I don't wear a mask."
Frank's eyes widened in recognition. "You're the one who killed my men the other day," he muttered, piecing together the events. He had sent Guy after Xu Mo on a whim, not expecting him to pose any real threat.
Xu Mo continued, his tone cold and unyielding. "You sent a killer after me, and now you're going to pay for it."
"Guy, stop them!" Frank ordered, desperation creeping into his voice. Guy rushed forward, but before he could react, a flash of white light struck him. He crumpled to the ground, unconscious, his body convulsing from the impact.
"Superpowers," Frank muttered, watching in horror. As he saw Guy fall, he realized the gravity of the situation. "But I won't die so easily."
"Frank, I'm going to kill you myself!" Damon roared, his voice filled with years of pent-up rage. He threw a dagger, disarming Frank by knocking the gun from his hand. Damon charged, ready to finish the job.
As Damon closed in, a shuriken whizzed through the air, narrowly missing him. The blade was laced with poison, gleaming darkly. Damon halted, startled, as a dozen figures clad in red, masked like ninjas, appeared around them. They wielded a variety of deadly weapons, encircling the trio.
Frank smirked, regaining some of his composure. "Did you think I'd come unprepared? These are my Hand assassins. You're all going to die here."
The tension in the room escalated as the Hand ninjas closed in, weapons glinting in the dim light. The confrontation was far from over, and the stakes had never been higher.