[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-marvel-hunter":3,"chapter-marvel-hunter-marvel-hunter-chapter-75":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Marvel: Hunter",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1590143,2056,"Chapter 75: Madam Gao","marvel-hunter-chapter-75",75,"\u003Cp>\"Zilla...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a faint sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arrow on the Elemental Bow in Blaine's hand suddenly changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike ordinary arrows or flame arrows, this one gave off an unbearable scent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a stench—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But a poison so potent it seemed capable of corroding flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smell alone was enough to poison someone, making treatment nearly impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let me go!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harold finally collapsed. He couldn't take it anymore and began to beg desperately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please! Let me go!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait! The Rand Corporation—yes, the Rand Corporation! I have money! A lot of it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As long as you let me go, the entire Rand Group is yours!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's only 300 million! Please, let me go!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harold, who always seemed calm and in control—ruthless, even willing to abandon his own son—now looked like nothing more than a dog groveling for its master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he begged for Blaine's mercy, Harold appeared to be just another desperate, middle-aged man, broken and pitiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Blaine knew better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew what filth hid beneath that face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hypocrite—that's what Harold was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the surface, he appeared dignified and noble, but in truth, he was despicable and shameless. Even now, crying and offering up Rand Corporation as a bribe, Blaine knew that if Harold were given the slightest chance, he would kill Blaine without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Given the choice between a real villain and a hypocrite, Blaine would always prefer the former.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least villains were honest about who they were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't that Harold was too formidable—Blaine just had no interest in engaging with people like him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Harold had miscalculated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Blaine were the kind of Bounty Hunter who cared only for money, maybe he'd take the deal and then kill Harold afterward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he wasn't.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If people like Harold didn't exist, the world might be a better place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bye-bye...\" Blaine said it calmly, without emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words had barely left his mouth when Harold's eyes widened in terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dark green arrow pierced Harold's skull. Red and white matter slowly oozed out. Then, the arrow seemed to dissolve into dozens of green snakes, slithering rapidly across Harold's body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A foul stench began to spread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within moments, Harold's skin turned completely green.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right before Blaine's eyes, Harold melted into a puddle of foul-smelling green goo, soaking the floor beneath him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Mission complete.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[The system will deduct 300,000,000 dollars from the task publisher's assets and transfer it to the host's account within one minute.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blaine smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system came in handy sometimes. Not a bad day—his anger was gone, and he'd earned 300 million.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blaine's telepathy, which had been active the whole time, picked something up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone was approaching the penthouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A young man. Similar to Harold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ward?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blaine had been planning to leave, but now… he decided to wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sat on the couch, waiting for poor Ward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dad! … Why are you here?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ward, unaware that he'd been betrayed by his father, shouted instinctively—only to see Blaine sitting calmly on the sofa. He nearly jumped out of his skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clutched his chest, trying to steady himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why am I here? As your father's accomplice… don't you think that's a funny thing to say?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blaine stood up, eyes playful, walking toward Ward step by step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait! Wait—! Don't come any closer!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blaine didn't kill him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply broke Ward's hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for someone like Ward, the pain was far beyond anything he could bear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unsurprisingly, he passed out on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blaine just shrugged and left the penthouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The job was done—Harold was dead, revenge served, money secured. What was the point of staying? Sleep here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what Blaine didn't know was—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long after he left, a new figure appeared at the penthouse window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the silence of the night, the scene looked strangely eerie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bathed in moonlight stood three figures: two men and a woman. Two middle-aged men and one old woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The men wore black suits—one black, one white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And between them stood a short old woman, her face leathery, her features sharp and hunched over, leaning on a cane. She looked frail—like a single push would knock her over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But anyone who knew her would never underestimate her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the Five Fingers of the Hand: Madam Gao, who ran her own heroine operation in Hell's Kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sniff—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Madam Gao's nose twitched slightly. Her brow furrowed. She tapped her cane and spoke in a heavily accented voice:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Turn on the lights.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The 'Black and White Duo' behind her didn't respond verbally. Like machines, they moved quickly and efficiently, lighting up the entire apartment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Madam Gao leaned on her cane and approached the foul-smelling puddle of blood and pus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stared at the scene before her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood. Arrows. Decay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What had happened here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned toward the black-suited man. \"Go check it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man nodded respectfully. In a few swift steps, he stood before the pool of filth. He extended a finger to touch the pus and bring it to his nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment he made contact—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like touching acid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A corrosive hiss filled the air as dark green toxin shot up his arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pain that no normal human could endure surged through him. He staggered back, clutching his arm tightly to stop the spread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The change had come so suddenly, it startled even the seasoned killers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Madam Gao remained unmoved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Help him. Cut it off.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white-suited man nodded, stepped forward, exchanged a brief glance with his partner, then unsheathed a razor-sharp blade from his belt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a clean swing, he severed the infected arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood sprayed as the black-suited man let out a beastly howl, drenched in cold sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Madam Gao paid it no mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes remained fixed on the pool of gore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A trace of surprise flickered across her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*************************************\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You can get access to early chapters on patr*on\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you like my work and you want to support me then you can become my patron on patre*n.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My patr*on account is Lord_Immortal_0170\u003C\u002Fp>",1001,"2026-06-06T09:11:28.860Z",1,"novelbin.me","fbab9fdcbaeb73b53628d8faf80c94697f0d406bd772ba65c7367d74d218eafe","marvel-hunter-chapter-76","marvel-hunter-chapter-329",411,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmarvel-hunter-cover.jpg"]