"Damn it!"

In the night when the sound of killings was everywhere, sudden wild laughter kept coming.

On the blood-red street, Morris, the tycoon of the Brotherhood, leaned against the door of a grocery store, breathing heavily, and struggled to pull out a bullless dagger from his shoulder.

Beside him, an elite member of the Brotherhood had fallen, with the same unsupported dagger stuck in the back of his head.

Morris, the fraternity's human trafficking magnate, gasped and waved his hand, stopping the killer Lyock who was about to rush onto the roof.

"We can't chase! Kes just wants us to tire ourselves out."

In the distance, the Blood Bottle Gang’s ‘knife-throwing clown’ Max flew away on the roof, leaving behind laughter all the way.

"But if this continues, we will be harassed to death by him - the clown is a warrior with supernatural powers, much stronger than ordinary psychics."

Leyock jumped down to the street, looked at the five remaining elites around him, all of them were injured, and frowned.

Morris took a deep breath and made a clear analysis: "He, as well as Sui Feng Gui, were all carefully selected to use their unique abilities to restrain us and prevent us from going back to other people to facilitate them.

The super-level strong hands slaughtered our elites, and even if they were killed by the clown with a throwing knife,"

"It's better than being led to the Qi Magician by him - those people are disasters that cannot be provoked." Morris stood up and waved his hand.

"The retreat order should have been passed out, and the same order will probably be issued by Cenza. How many of our people can survive depends on their luck."

Leyock frowned, looked at Morris, waved to the elites, and the group continued to set off.

The killer followed Morris and advised carefully:

"Because of these 'air walls', we have been taking detours, and probably everyone else is too..."

"If we could just go to the magician himself, then—"

Halfway through, Leyock was interrupted by Morris:

"He won't take action easily! And let's not try to find that guy!" Under Leyock's puzzled eyes, Morris had no doubts and directly rejected his subordinate's proposal.

"It is not easy for a magician to maintain such an 'air wall', but since he has chosen to divide and encircle us, he has to rely on his lackeys to kill us, and this is our only chance."

Morris gritted his teeth and showed a ferocious expression.

"Let those hypocrites who think they are noble take a look at the Brotherhood and the strength of us 'lower people'!"

"We who fought out of the sea of ​​​​blood from the mountain of corpses are not comparable to those big men from the Blood Bottle Gang!"

"Even if we can't get out, Black Sword will avenge us!"

"Even if the enemy is a magician!"

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In a dark house, only an old-fashioned candle burned.

"You mean, all our people are trapped in Hongfang Street? So far, except for a few thugs, no one who can take responsibility has come out?"

Nasri nodded, and kneeling on one knee, he respectfully and fearfully faced his immediate superior, Corbion Lancer "The Sleepless Eye", and reported:

"Not long after I took over the shift of the secret sentry, the first group of people who rushed out arrived. According to them, after Lord Morris ordered the retreat, the first few groups of people who wanted to rush out were all killed by Bald Spin and Dorno.

They led an ambush team to intercept and kill them. It was not until just now that Bald Spin and Dorno died at the entrance of Hongfang Street that they rushed out safely."

No one knows how old "Sleepless Eye" Corbion Lancer is this year. They only know that from the day the Black Street Brotherhood was established, he has been the giant responsible for intelligence collection. He is mysterious and weird, the darkness within the darkness, the secret within the dark.

's secret.

He always hides himself under a dark red cloak, only exposing his dry and thin chin, but everyone who stares at him feels a deep chill.

Lancer pondered for a while and asked slowly:

"Spin and Dorno are both the Strongest Twelve. Spin is extremely tough, and Dorno is good at disguised sneak attacks. To kill the two of them, someone at least above the level of the Thirteenth General can do it. Yes.

Leyock? Is it Moria? Or Adeleanza or the Taron brothers? Or simply the two giants Cenza and Morris? Haven’t found anyone who can be responsible? "

Lancer's words were hollow and ethereal, as if they were coming from another room.

Nasri shook his head, trying to contain the fear in his heart.

What a misstep, Maurice will probably be very dissatisfied with me - Lancer thought silently, remaining calm on the surface.

It's time to clean up the rats in the meeting.

After all, the Brotherhood is different from the team formed by a bunch of old guys twelve years ago.

Lancer smiled strangely and waved his hand to Nasri.

"Wake up and activate all the sleepless people in area xc! No matter if their alert period has expired or not."

"Send all the people from the second and third posts to the intersection of Hongfang Street! From the roof to the sewer, I also want to know how much hair is on the legs of every black fly that flies by.

!”

"yes!"

"Let those who escaped carefully recall the details on the street, select the first sentry experts to sneak into Hongfang Street one by one, and set up sentry posts regardless of sacrifice. Flying pigeons, flares, torches, no matter what you use, at least contact Qin

Cha and Morris! I want a smooth channel to deliver news from Black Street to Red Square Street!"

"yes!"

"Then send people from the fourth post to other areas, from black streets to abandoned houses, smelly ditches to sewers, big markets to the west city gate, and be on full alert! At this time, we cannot let down our headquarters' alert!"

"yes!"

"The fifth post is divided into two teams! One team notifies the other giants in the meeting, and the other team immediately rushes to the Kingdom of Exter to bring that old guy Ramon back! If he doesn't want to, just say that this is the will of the Black Sword

!”

"yes!"

Cenza and Morris were both among the Big Six, and they were not vegetarians. The Blood Bottle Gang wanted to trap them without spending any money, but it was impossible! Lancer lowered his head and stroked the ruby ​​ring on his hand.

After all, that damn fat man was a figure who could be the queen of the Black Sword back then! As for the tall guy Qinza, well, the only thing that was tougher than his fist was probably his character.

And, Lancer secretly thought, there is also Edmund, that damn cook...

The outcome is yet to be decided.

Lancer's expression suddenly changed under his cloak, and he discovered something was wrong with his subordinate.

"Is there anything else you haven't said?"

"Yes!" Nasri fell down in cold sweat and gritted his teeth:

"The brothers on patrol just discovered that all the beggars who found the abandoned house ran away!"

"We only captured some of them, and they are now being held in a water prison and are preparing to be tortured."

Lancer's jaw moved slightly.

Sleepless Eyes asked calmly: "What is the torture for?"

Nasri clenched his fists, dropped his head suddenly, and struggled to spit out the news that made matters worse:

"Quaid Rodda, died in the abandoned house!"

"His deputy, Narric, is outside at the moment, asking to see you, sir!"

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"Go down and hide." Yara's tone became cold again.

"There is no escaping this battle."

Thales quickly slid down and lay down next to a hidden stone pier, taking out a black cloth and covering his nose.

Even though the surroundings are already filled with the smell of blood.

As soon as Thales took two breaths, Yara scurried around and jumped onto the roof.

The female bartender did a backflip, folded her upper body behind her body, and pressed her hands on the ground, as if she was avoiding a hidden weapon.

"call out!"

As Yara turned over, Thales heard a rapid sound of wind echoing through the street!

Immediately afterwards, Yara fell from the roof to the ground, and the two knives on her legs had already reached her hands.

The wolf leg knife was slashed out one after another!

A few gusts of wind blew away quickly.

In the indistinguishable wind noise, Thales only heard two "whoosh" sounds and the sound of clothes flying around, and he didn't know whether Yara had been hit or not.

Then, a thin gray figure appeared on the street.

"Yo yo yo, isn't this the female bartender from the Sunset Bar? She's wearing goggles and wants to go swimming?"

"Don't be so surprised. After all, I once hid my appearance and went to the dark streets to drink."

"You are also wearing gray today? It's a pity that the weather is not good, otherwise we would be dressed as a couple."

A feminine and weird voice, a frivolous but not disrespectful tone.

Yara never talked much during the battle. She squatted down on one knee gently. Thales knew that this was a sign that she would use her strength.
To be continued...