Awakening the War God novel Chapter 238

Four figures clad in black stormed in; two of them had their guns trained on Vicky, while the other two aimed their weapons at Gabriel.

Among the two targeting Gabriel was a man with a prominent scar on his face. He eyed the showering Gabriel and chuckled, "Not bad, good physique you got there. Are you Gabriel?"

Unfazed by the ominous gun barrels, Gabriel continued to shower leisurely. "I'm not Gabriel; you've got the wrong guy," he responded with a mischievous yet innocent grin. "The Gabriel you're searching for seems to live next door. I'm just a gigolo, dedicated to pleasing wealthy women. They pay me for a little companionship. You're barking up the wrong tree!"

"If you doubt me, my ID is right there on the table. Go ahead and check."

Fortunately, he had a fake ID that should help him bluff his way through this situation. After all, ruthless assassins wouldn't hassle a gigolo!

"A gigolo?" The scar-faced man paid no attention to Gabriel's supposed ID on the table; instead, he sneered, "I've seen your picture. You are Gabriel. Quit pretending to be a gigolo!"

"Damn, you've seen my picture, and you're still here questioning me? What a joke!" Gabriel's carefree attitude quickly changed, his eyes narrowing in annoyance.

All the gigolo act had been a wasted effort. This infuriating scar-faced man had seen his picture and still questioned him. A fruitless charade, to say the least.

Enraged, Gabriel moved with lightning speed towards the scar-faced man.

"Kill him!" the scar-faced man yelled, and the group opened fire.

Thanks to the silencers fitted to their guns, the shots were muffled.

Gabriel, who remained completely naked, agilely evaded the bullets with ghostly swiftness.

In a blink of an eye, he closed in on the scar-faced man and disarmed him, wrenching the gun from his right hand.

"Ah!"

The scar-faced man cried out as his hand was broken, causing him to drop his pistol.

Gabriel swiftly caught the falling gun with his left hand.

Then, using the scar-faced man as a human shield, he fired three shots in rapid succession at the other three assassins.

His accuracy was impeccable, each bullet striking the wrists of the assassins holding their firearms.

Three guns fell to the floor, leaving all four assassins stupefied.

These assassins from the Ghostly Purgatory Hall had been effortlessly subdued by a naked man, and it was an embarrassment beyond words.

"Get over here, all of you, and line up against the wall!"

Gabriel ordered, maintaining his composure despite his nudity. His dominance was unshaken.

With a single, intimidating glance, he sent shivers down the spines of the four assassins, who obediently put their hands up and stood with their backs against the wall.

Gabriel walked over, wiggling his bird, and stomped thrice with a loud "bang, bang, bang." He had crushed the other three guns with his bare feet.

"Are these guns this fragile?" the assassins wondered in amazement.

This bizarre scene left the assassins dumbfounded once again.

What on earth had they come to assassinate this time?

"You guys are from the Ghostly Purgatory Hall, right? That damn Crow couldn't even wait for me to finish my bath!"

"And you four dimwits with pea-sized brains-what's the point of trying to kill someone with this level of skill? Are you here to make a complete mockery of yourselves?"

"Couldn't you have been a few minutes late? I was planning to spend three to five seconds with Miss Vicky. You've ruined everything!"

Gabriel didn't stop talking, giving the assassins a stern verbal thrashing, much like a school principal scolding unruly students. It left the four of them speechless.

Meanwhile, Vicky suppressed a giggle, finding Gabriel's antics utterly charming.

Even though their planned three to five seconds together had been disrupted, she had witnessed everything, right down to the action!

One couldn't deny Gabriel's charisma. Despite fighting in the buff, he still managed to exude an air of dominance.

"Although I know you're from Crow's gang, why don't you confess everything yourselves? If anyone hides the truth or talks nonsense, I'll put a bullet through your crotch!" Gabriel glared, and the four assassins shivered, feeling a sudden chill down there.

"Speak!"