Kidd kept moving around the conference room, trying to fight back countless times, but each time he could only see himself being killed by his own bullets.

If this way of dying had not seemed undignified to Jide, and if Jide's willpower was strong enough, he might have given up resistance long ago.

After all, this kind of situation where you can't even find where the enemy is, and there's only darkness before your eyes, and you even foresee yourself dying in darkness, is really too demoralizing.

Especially when Verlaine appeared behind Lucy without hesitation, but Kidd changed his angles countless times but did not take action because of the future he could predict with his supernatural powers.

After playing this cat-and-mouse game with Kidd for a while, the assassin finally seemed to lose his patience.

At that moment, a white light appeared in Gide's foresight, as if Verlaine had turned on the lights in the conference room. This time, he was crushed to death in the light.

Although he never saw Verlaine before his death, he died in the light of day.

A glimmer of hope arose in Jide's heart, but soon greater despair came.

No matter how he changed his shape or drew his gun, all he foresaw was the scene of him dying in the light.

That is to say, even if Gide foresaw his future, he could not avoid the future of death - because his future only has one ending: death.

When death was about to come, Andre Gide found that he was killed easily after being teased, but it was not as humiliating as he had imagined.

All he could feel was a long-lost peace.

With a "click", the light came on.

Jide knew that his death was approaching.

Soon, in just a moment, Jide felt a pain in his throat, and a sharp blade came from nowhere, pierced through his neck and cut off his head cleanly.

In the white light, Jide seemed to see his homeland.

He seemed to have returned to the time when he and his companions fought for their homeland.

However, these warm fantasies did not succeed in shaking the will of this former soldier, and he soon returned to reality.

In the midst of longing for death, he died peacefully.

The lights in the conference room suddenly turned on. Before everyone in the group could relax for a few seconds due to the arrival of the light, they all felt something warm liquid splashed on their faces.

John, who thought the assassin had left, smiled, but the smile froze on his face.

The warm liquid had a strong smell of blood.

Francis suppressed his discomfort. He looked carefully and found that Kidd had died in the center of the conference room and his head had been cut off.

The liquid he had just felt was obviously the blood spurting out of Guide's broken neck, and due to the assassin's evil taste, a little of this blood had sprayed on each of them.

Poe could smell the strong smell of blood on his body, and tightly hugged Carl, who was also trembling, but still put his paw on his hand to comfort him.

Poe was not allowed to enter his own novel space, and he did not bring his novel with him this time, so when Verlaine arrived, he was trapped in the darkness of the conference room like everyone else.

Poe tightened his arms around Carl slightly, and as he looked at the severed limbs in front of him, he calmed down even faster.

As a detective, Poe had seen many death scenes, and these were just a little more bloody.

Poe began to observe the bodies of MIMIC people, trying to find clues of the assassin from those bodies.

However, Poe's thoughts were interrupted halfway by a male voice that was not loud but like thunder.

The assassin hasn't left yet!

"On behalf of the leader, I have presented a performance for everyone in the group. I wonder if you like it?" A handsome blond man in a white suit and a top hat appeared in the middle of the conference room. He seemed to be standing on the ground, but a closer look revealed that the man was floating in the air.

Ever since Jun Kiyohara became a Transcendent, the Port Mafia, which has three Transcendents, no longer worries about the disclosure of Verlaine and Rimbaud's identities. The two have been reluctant to show up simply because they feel that there is nothing worth their appearance.

The moment she saw that man, Louisa, who knew a little about many of the Transcendents in Europe, narrowed her eyes.

White suit, long golden hair tied up, superb assassination skills and the ability to float in the air.

This person turned out to be Paul Verlaine, the transcendent who was confirmed dead in the Far East!

Recalling Verlaine's title of the Assassin King, Louisa finally understood why Verlaine was able to sneak into the White Whale without anyone noticing, and in the presence of so many of them, killed the entire MIMIC members, even André Kidd, who possessed the power of foresight.

"The assassin king, Weilan." Francis read out the name of the man in front of him with a serious expression, "You actually joined the Port Mafia?"

Apparently, Francis, the leader of the group, an organization of people with special abilities, also recognized Weilan's identity.

"I'm here just to give you gifts on behalf of our port mafia." Verlaine didn't pay attention to Francis' question. He smiled at Francis, and before Francis could react, the head of Guide that had just floated beside Verlaine rushed towards Francis.

Kidd's head successfully fell into Francis' arms. After the head had found a home, Verlaine, who had considerately helped Francis remove the impact, cancelled the supernatural power applied to Kidd's head, and blood mixed with brain matter flowed into Francis' hand.

Francis's face turned even uglier.

Many members of the group, including the timid Lucy, could hardly control their urge to vomit amidst the severed limbs.

"The gift has been delivered. I will be leaving now." Verlaine bowed to everyone like a gentleman. After he finished speaking, no one could see his movements clearly. He disappeared in the conference room as if he had teleported.

There was clearly a pool of blood where Weilan was standing, but because he maintained his ability to float in the air, he didn't even leave any footprints.

The only thing that could prove Verlaine had been there, apart from the members of the group, was the blood-stained birch branch that he had left behind.

Perhaps they were shocked by Weilaine, or perhaps they knew that they did not have the ability to leave behind a Transcendent, or perhaps they did not see clearly how Weilaine left, but no one in the group tried to stop him from leaving.

After Verlaine actually left, several members of the group slumped in their seats.

Under the combined effects of fear, what she saw, and the smell of blood, Lucy finally couldn't control herself. She rushed into the bathroom and began to vomit.

"Transcendent, the Port Mafia actually has more than one Transcendent." After Francis mentioned Verlaine's name, John also remembered Verlaine's identity as a Transcendent assassin king who was well-known.

John thought of his family in his hometown and looked at the deaths of the MIMIC people in front of him. Although he longed to make money to support his family, John knew that it was more important for him to keep himself alive so that his family could rely on him.

"I think this plan is just suicide. I want to quit this plan." John gritted his teeth, and in the end, the emotion of cherishing his life prevailed. He frowned and growled, "The Port Mafia has at least two Transcendents. If Chuuya Nakahara's ability is strong enough, he will be the third Transcendent. And we don't have a single Transcendent. If we go to deal with the Port Mafia like this, isn't it just suicide?"

After John finished speaking, even Margaret, who was so proud, felt that what the other party said made sense.

The member they sent to negotiate with Kiyohara Jun last time refused to come to Yokohama when this plan was launched. At that time, she laughed at his cowardice. Now that she thinks about it, the other party might have already seen Kiyohara Jun's ability.

Louisa clutched a corner of her shawl tightly. She knew that the fact that the Port Mafia had three people with special abilities, Verlaine, Kiyohara Jun, and Nakahara Chuuya, was not even the worst possibility.

Because there have been rumors that Rimbaud, Verlaine's partner, died in the Far East.

Why did Verlaine, who had always been active in Europe, appear in the Far East? Why did he condescend to join a small organization called the Port Mafia?

Could it be that Rimbaud is not dead at all, but has also joined the Port Mafia?

Louisa's heart was filled with endless sorrow. She looked at Francis with some melancholy. As expected, although Francis had a gloomy face, he obviously had no intention of giving up.

Louisa opened her mouth slightly, but ultimately did not voice out her speculation. She even shook her head at Poe, who had apparently come up with something, to stop him from expressing his reasoning.

Today, news came that Francis' daughter's condition has worsened again. If Francis cannot successfully get the book this time, he may have to attend his daughter's funeral when he returns.

Thinking of Francis's care for her all the time, Louisa pursed her lips.

"If you want to quit, go back to the United States." Francis said expressionlessly, his eyes full of coldness and madness, "I can't give up my plan."

"I'll get the book no matter what!"

Francis dropped his hands to the ground with a loud noise, and Louisa's gaze gradually became firm.