What Is The Hat Man Novels & Stories

The door of the room opened and a man entered with a serious face, his gaze was sharp and hateful while staring at the petite woman sitting on the chair in a prison uniform handcuffed, her head was wrapped in gauze. She was smiling gladly, but the man’s poker face was still. “So, I am here.” The man said while standing near the door. “Come and sit near to me,” The woman said. The man walked to the chair and sat, “Do you still have no regrets?” He asked. “There is only one regret I had left behind and I will kill him too soon..” She said, laughing crazily. “If you dare touch him, I will kill you with my own hands.” The man hit his both hands on the table angrily and said through gritted teeth

His killing intent was prominent and fierce. “Impossible!” Wayman squealed instinctively. Yellow Hat… The man might have looked like a normal person, but he was fourth on the hitmen ranking of the Hanshus. He was so powerful that even Scarface revered him. How did it go wrong? Clank! Noir tossed something over to Wayman. It was Yellow Hat’s head. His face was heavily disfigured, but Wayman recognized the head as his man’s. “Andrius Moonshade…” Wayman’s expression turned frosty. Surprisingly, he was not afraid. “You are indeed powerful. Not even Yellow Hat is your match.

"Yes dear we saw it. But I am afraid it is not what it looks like. They were literally at the point of cutting each other's head off." "Awww really, I was happy when I saw them in that position." "They looked great together right?" "They did. But sir, those two really hate each other. You will need bigger and more effective plans to get rid of the hatred between them." "We know. We are not going to give up. Just keep us updated and thank you for your help." "Sure sir, you can always count on me." She said her usual anthem before ending the call. "What are we going to do now Chris, It's obvious our plan failed miserably." Elise questioned. He was having a worried look on his face.

The cold air lifted and the ambiance returned as people returned to their corners. I was making my way to Arnold when I spotted Annabeth in a corner with someone in a black hat. The man was tall and built. He gave off a strange aura and I wondered who it was. I have never seen him around here before nor with Annabeth –and I knew almost everyone under Annabeth’s rule. Who was this strange man? I tried to make out his facial features, but the hat covered more than half of his face and I could barely make out his teeth as they occasionally flashed as he spoke to her.

The hat man and calm lady move aside to let the maroon suited man stand in front of me. Dense and weird. His aura is so different. I have never felt anything like this. The waves emanating through his personality are strong. It makes my head throb. Concentrate! I snap back to reality and find a pair of black eyes hiding under rimmed specs observing me. "Who are they?" He asks. "We don't know, Sir. This girl here is saying that they are new year students." The man wearing a hat speaks up as if trying to impress his boss.

the woman explained with her sobs. "Auntie, did you see someone doing something to your house? Or was this fire unintentional?" Alex asked the woman. "Yes! I saw a man in leather clothes with long brown hair, and I saw he was wearing a strange hat. Looks like a pirate hat," explained the woman. Alex who heard the woman's words immediately remembered Harith. "Harith!" growled Alex quietly filled with anger that enveloped his emotions. "Okay, auntie, thank you." Alex left the woman to go find Harith alone, but when he was about to take a step, Amora held his shoulder as she called out to Alex.

“Welcome to the South Windlet Post Office. How may I help you?” The man had a hat on and he was wearing black clothes and dark boots. There were daggers on his hips, and some pouches, and bandages on his hands. From his appearance, Gilbert assumed this guy is a hunter or a mercenary. There’s some kind of dark aura shrouding this guy, and it made him suspicious. ‘But a criminal wouldn’t use our service, out in the day like this. And not via the official route. Didn’t they hear about Arata-san?’

And even for Riou Takeshi, it was not an easy task, as tempers were running high and wild within Hati. The members of Hati – both the Drifters and the Phantoms were never political. The Phantoms might take on missions that had a tendency to affect politics greatly, but they never involved themselves directly in politics. The Hati organisation is an organisation of ‘lone wolves’. They usually served as the blades of the darkness – the underworld itself, and had protected Japan and the world ever since their inception. And this current disgrace forced upon them by Venar Enterprises, and by default, Raven’s Gate, was firmly ingrained in their minds.

Even the Mabry family could not afford to offend this man… This was way too terrifying… This was Hattan. Who could this man be if even the Mabry family could not afford to cross him? A shiver ran through the crowd at the unexpected revelation.

The Scribe’s warbled cry bled through the gold-played doors and I was thankful that he had not seen me choke on the tea. What the hell were the Main City Wolves doing in my castle without summoning? “Come in Mammood,” I growled somewhat angrily, watching the leather-faced man hop in, his scribe hat almost as tall as he was and equally slim as it rested uneasily on his sand and salt hair. “Your Highness,” He greeted, kissing his knees and making my eyebrows rise when he somehow managed to keep the hat upright. I nodded, taking a few steps back as the man organized himself, knowing he had to be hiding an animal in the hat, one that would jump out and attack someone one day. Nasty business.