Black Sword.

This name...

It’s been so long since I’ve heard it.

Thales lay on the table, thinking about the strange man in his memory.

After listening to the masked man's words, Ricky and Clay looked at each other.

This time, it was Tampa's turn to be stunned.

"You have known about it for a long time? Black Sword, and his Black Street Brotherhood?"

He looked at the mercenaries suspiciously.

"We met him."

Ricky said calmly, but his eyes stayed at the same angle for a long time: "And his unusual ancient sword with great origins."

"Not so long ago."

The masked man crossed his arms and snorted: "I'm very impressed."

Thales, who was lying on the table and panting, was surprised and uncertain.

Black sword.

He was a... mercenary?

The Big Nine.

And what does this group of people's bloody whistles have to do with him?

So much so that they even risked their lives and hijacked Tampa to ask for information about that man?

With a confused look on his face, Tampa looked at this and that: "Now that you know it, why are you still..."

Ricky raised his hand and interrupted him.

"Before, it was just to confirm that you knew his current situation."

"And now, we want to know about his past, Tampa."

Ricky folded his hands and looked at him seriously. His tone was solemn and his expression was solemn, as if he was performing a sacred ceremony.

"Especially his deeds before the Brotherhood, during the mercenary era: every mission, every business, every story."

The doubts in Tampa's eyes grew more serious.

"His origin, his identity, and his details." Clay on the side added silently, with a tone as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

Tampa's brows became more and more intense.

"more than."

The masked man raised his head and spoke coldly:

"It also includes his skill, his swordsmanship, his weapons, especially his..."

The masked man paused.

There was a cold light in the deep eyes outside his mask: "The power of ending."

Black Sword's...

The power of ending.

Thales' breathing quickened.

and……

After listening to the other two words, Ricky nodded in agreement.

"In other words, we want everything, Tampa," Ricky looked at the tavern owner and narrowed his eyes:

"Everything about the Black Sword."

Tampa seemed to realize something was unusual.

"You didn't do this for the Blood Bottle Gang, right? Ever since Red Viper was kicked out of the Baron's guard..." He stared:

"But now it seems..."

Ricky and his two companions looked at each other and laughed out loud.

"Who the hell are you?"

Tampa looked at them in confusion, trying to find the answer from the faces of these mercenaries who were licking blood from their swords.

But he failed.

The three leaders remained calm, while the surrounding mercenaries were silent.

Tampa could only sigh: "How much hatred does Black Sword have against you? Is it worth it for you to put on such a big scene and even destroy your own reputation and future?"

Ricky snorted softly.

He shook his head slowly, his eyes clear.

"You can't imagine."

"You can't imagine how many things we are interested in in him."

After the words fell, Clay and the masked man's eyes became sharp.

"You can't imagine what kind of miracles and opportunities he represents."

Tampa looked at him solemnly.

Ricky raised the corners of his mouth and tapped the table, as if he was immersed in his own world:

"For us, he will be the end of the old era and the beginning of the new century."

Thales listened to all this blankly.

He felt as if he had gotten involved in something big again.

"Is this some kind of cult group?"

Kuaisheng bit his ear on the table and whispered:

"I saw in Waril State, a group of madmen shouting the names of demons and evil gods, and then bleeding the sacrifices..."

"I don't know," Thales responded in a low voice: "I don't want to know either, I just want to get out of here quickly."

Kuaisheng sighed softly on the table and glanced around carefully: "I want to, but there are too many of them."

Looking at the dozens of murderous mercenaries and observing their calm and orderly breathing and well-trained movements, Thales felt his heart tighten.

right.

There are too many of them.

No matter who it is.

At this moment, Sonny, the mercenary who had previously stopped Thales and others, walked up.

"Ricky," Sonny said with a sullen face. He had no intention of lowering his voice so that everyone in the pub could hear him clearly: "Our guests are here."

"Come alone."

At that moment, Ricky's eyes were extremely sharp.

Clay and the masked man also reacted. The former gently pressed the hilt of the sword on his waist, while the latter's eyes stopped on the table.

"It's so fast. It's an hour ahead of the promised time."

Clay said coldly: "I guess their people are in place. I have dealt with that guy, and he definitely didn't come alone."

Thales clearly felt that the atmosphere in the tavern had changed.

If the previous blood whistle seemed loose on the outside and tight on the inside, when they detained Tampa, Thales and others, they were tense and dull with ease...

After Sonny's words, the air here was filled with only oppressive silence.

Many mercenaries' breathing became heavy and their faces became angry. Many of them stood up and even pressed their weapons.

"Calm down, all of you!"

Ricky looked around with an unhappy expression, as if scolding a disobedient wild dog: "Our plan will not be interrupted by this accident."

"No matter what they're going to do."

The restless blood whistle finally calmed down, they looked at each other and returned to their positions.

Thales looked at them strangely.

guest?

Who is coming?

What is their plan, is it more than just kidnapping Tampa?

Kuai Rope also gave him a questioning look.
To be continued...