The security officer looked at his family sword and sighed:

"But it has to face its own wounds."

"too difficult."

Thales also sighed.

"Do you remember the girl in the pharmacy?" the prince said softly:

"Yanni."

The three of them turned their heads.

"She only has one pair of hands," Thales lowered his head, looked at the increasingly uneven road under his feet, and counted the pits wholeheartedly:

"Just like you only have one sword."

"Who do you think is more difficult?"

Cohen was stunned.

But Thales didn't speak again, he just stared at the road under his feet.

This material, this feel, this... direction.

Getting closer.

A sense of familiarity and panic hit him at the same time, making him reluctant to look up.

But the journey eventually comes to an end.

"Here we are."

As if only a second had passed, Leyock's cold and lonely voice rang in his ears:

"This is an abandoned house."

"Beggars are usually here..."

Abandoned house.

Thales stopped his trembling abruptly and raised his head.

Familiar facades, familiar trenches, familiar rows of dilapidated houses...

Um?

Almost at the same time, the expressions of Cohen and Leyock also changed.

"strangeness."

Cohen looked at the rusty iron door of the abandoned house.

"What's wrong?" Glover was puzzled.

Cohen stepped through the iron gate and looked in front of him: inside and outside rows of old and dilapidated houses, many ragged and dirty people raised their heads and looked at them numbly.

The security officer frowned and said:

"It...there's someone in it."

Glover snorted:

"nonsense."

"No, no, no, you don't understand," Cohen explained: "In the past few years, I followed the team of the Police Department to sweep the abandoned houses. Every time, the abandoned houses were empty - the scum can always be moved in advance, including those who control them.

Countless street kids below - nothing to catch."

Cohen walked forward doubtfully:

"I just, I've never seen it look like it's lived in."

Thales followed his footsteps, frowning.

They walked on bad dirt roads and passed rows of stone houses that were in disrepair.

"They are all old, weak, sick and disabled."

Glover walked past a room and took a look inside:

"There are homeless people too - beggars too."

But Thales still frowned.

They turned a corner and walked on a road that was all too familiar to the young man: the eighth house, the fourteenth house, the second house...

Thales worked hard to adjust his breathing.

On the road, beside the door, under the eaves, there are naked and skinny poor people everywhere. They are sitting or lying down, and some hoarsely stretch out their hands to beg.

"No." Leyock kicked away a homeless man who reached out to touch his boots, and finally couldn't bear it any longer.

"The abandoned house is not right."

Glover turned his head in disdain:

"What's wrong with you?"

Leyock shook his head:

"I haven't come here much in the past few years, but..."

He looked around warily:

"The management of abandoned houses shouldn't be so lax, and..."

"According to convention, there should only be beggars and thugs here."

"And there shouldn't be so many homeless people - some of them aren't fraternities at all."

Glover still couldn't understand, but Cohen narrowed his eyes.

Only Thales, who looked at the abandoned house crowded with poor people, said nothing.

At this moment, a lazy voice came from a broken lounge chair next to him:

"Hey, if you guys want to rob, you've come to the wrong place."

Four people turned their heads: a man with the same sallow complexion and thin skin, who was described as pitiful, straightened up from the recliner and yawned:

"The abandoned house belongs to the Black Street Brotherhood..."

Layok's eyes moved:

"Mertesa?"

Hearing this name, the handsome man trembled.

He got up from the recliner, stared at the Silent Killer carefully, and finally called out the other person's name in a daze:

"Are you...Leyok?"

"Yes," Leyock recovered from his surprise:

"Why are you here?"

The expression of the man named Mertesa changed several times.

The next second, he stood up and turned around and left!

"Hey, wait!"

Leyock chased after him, but Thales and others were confused.

"who is he?"

"The guy who joined the fraternity in the same year as me, and another boss," Leyock gritted his teeth and chased after him:

"It's just that I haven't heard from him in a long time - Mertesa, stop!"

Mertesa's steps were limping and not neat.

"Get out! Stay away from me!" The man didn't even look back, but he retorted angrily.

Layok's eyes turned cold and he suddenly accelerated!

Boom!

With a muffled sound, Mertesa felt his feet stumble, then lost his balance and fell to the ground in pain.

"You forced me to do this," Leyock walked to him coldly, watching Mertesa turn over in embarrassment, "Now, tell me, why are you here -"

Layok's words were stagnant.

He saw Mertesa gritting his teeth and holding himself up with only his left hand.

But the opponent's other sleeve, where his right arm should be, is empty.

"See?"

Mertesa turned sideways to block his broken arm and said angrily:

"Of course I'm here, where else could I go!"
To be continued...