At this moment, Glover and Tsimikas were squatting together. They carefully hid behind two wooden boxes to avoid being involved in the fight and becoming one of the corpses on the ground.

That damn mute, what on earth is he doing?

Glover stared angrily at Rolf, who was standing in the middle of the field, surrounded by thugs, but still facing off against the Red Viper and the Wanderer in high spirits.

Yes, those few tricks were very eye-catching, killing a few soldiers and doing a few poses, but...

Couldn't the mute see that this warehouse is full of elite thugs from the Blood Bottle Gang, with three floors inside and three floors outside? Even if he knocks down ten more people, it will not help the situation and there is no chance of winning at all?

What's more, the most difficult threat...

Glover moved his eyes and looked fearfully at the black-clothed killer who even the poor Star Lake Guards could not take down. The latter was standing in the shadows at the other end of the warehouse, watching the situation on the field motionlessly.

hateful.

Glover punched the box hard.

When will the man in black take action?

Is it when the battle is most intense? When the mute is consumed by others? Or when both sides fight to the death and everything is settled?

Thinking of this, Zombie was extremely confused: When the time comes, will Karen Glover be able to take action himself? Should he go up or not?

Go up and expose yourself.

If not, then the mute will be...

Although this mute deserves to die, he doesn't deserve to die like this!

Damn it!

He thought this was bad enough, but the situation turned out to be even worse than he imagined.

"The look in his eyes, Xiaohong, I know."

Fogg looked at Rolf's expression and became more serious:

"Next, he may have to fight for his life with us."

Fogg's face was expressionless, and he gently raised his long knife.

Nekra, who was having a headache, was shocked when he heard this.

Opposite them, Rolf sneered, picked up a blood-stained chain sword from the ground, wiped the blood on his sleeve, and then tightly wrapped the chain on the sword's hilt around his arm, as if in acquiescence.

This action made all the thugs around tremble.

"Just right!"

The red viper gritted its teeth, simply put aside gains and losses, and rekindled its ferocity:

"Then just let go and fight to the end, who lives and who dies, leave it to the setting sun!"

He roared, the secretion of hormones in his body accelerated, and the muscles in his body became more and more tense.

Facing these two powerful enemies, Rolf grinned and tightened the chain sword in his hand, as if to say: It's just what he wanted.

The atmosphere between the three people suddenly changed.

What? Fight for your life? Here? At this time?

Glover looked at Rolf in disbelief, who was making a show of himself in the middle of the warehouse, and read in horror from his facial expressions: This may be true.

Rolf...is ready to die here.

etc!

Glover shook his head subconsciously:

Is this mute mentally ill? Is there something he can't think about?

The Emerald City has a dock and a seaside. Where can I go if I want to commit suicide? Do I have to come here to die?

Nostalgia complex, you have to die in the gang you were born in, right?

And the betrayed female boss, is she the mother of his unborn child or something? Is she that important? Is she worth risking her life for this mute?

No, depending on her age, she is probably his unborn child’s grandmother!

Damn it!

The resentful Glover became more and more angry as he thought about it, and he was already cursing in his heart.

Moreover, is there any point in them fighting to the death here?

Glover observed the members of the Blood Bottle Gang who were gradually restoring order and discipline, and found with a headache that they had formed a formation again, and the only two exits were again blocked.

Could it be that that female boss was spared her life by the enemy just because she was mute and died heroically in battle to gain respect?

Come on, this is a gang fight with ugly reality, not a knight showdown with noble ideals!

Besides, did the latter really exist?

Stupid, selfish, mute person who ignores his comrades!

Fuck him to death!

Just when Glover was secretly cursing, and Rolf's life-and-death showdown between one versus two was inevitable and about to break out, a voice faintly sounded in the crowd:

"The Blood Bottle Gang actually has such masters. To be honest, I'm very pleased."

Glover was startled and immediately raised his vigilance to the highest level.

The battle was interrupted, Rolf, Nekra and Fogg lost their momentum and all turned around: the black-clothed killer who had not moved for a long time took a step forward, passed through the crowd, and walked towards the three people in the field.

Ta, Ta, Ta...

His steps seemed to have the power to captivate people's hearts. Every step he took would tighten the heartbeats of everyone.

It makes people breathless, palpitation and fearful, and many people's expressions tighten and their breathing speeds up.

"But then I remembered, we actually met each other, right?"

The man in black looked at Rolf and laughed softly:

"Just outside the wool merchant's house."

At that moment, Rolf and Glover both frowned.

Oops.

They were recognized.

One of the things that Glover was most worried about finally happened.

"You come with them to catch me... The wind was very strong that day, and it was strangely strong, and your legs and feet are not so agile - a superpower."

Ta, Ta, Ta...

The man in black walked forward slowly, and every step he took gave people tremendous pressure. Coupled with the fact that he was covered in pitch black from head to toe, it made people feel uneasy for no reason.

Nekra and Fogg looked at each other, the former breathed a sigh of relief and smiled again.

Rolf's pressure increased dramatically.

He turned back stiffly and looked warily at the man in black who was getting closer and closer, clutching the chain sword in his hand tighter and tighter.

As a bystander, Glover sighed and subconsciously held a machete on the ground.

What should he do now?

Go up and kill people with the mute?

However, if you want to deal with the killer in black, should you strike first at all costs? Or should you find the right opportunity to attack from behind? Or just focus on pulling the mute and running away?

He can't be allowed to desperately stop the killer and create a chance for the mute and his old sweetheart to escape, right?

However, the man in black's swordsmanship skills, combined with his strange abilities, made him unable to stop even the trap set by Lord Mallos under the command of the Star Lake Guards.

Of the two of them, one is still injured and the other has just had a fight, which is not enough to fill the gap between his teeth!

Damn it, they managed to sneak in and get so much information, but all their efforts were wasted!

Just for a... mute old sweetheart?

Grass!

Tsimikas was very alert to the dangers around him. He immediately noticed Glover's movements and couldn't help but be horrified:

"Fatty, what do you want to do? Stop!"

What do you want to do?

what?

I want to kill someone now!

Glover looked at Rolf and let out a loud sigh.

"I can feel your murderous intention, maybe your hatred, and even your will to die, young man." The man in black's eyes were hidden behind the dark eyepiece, but it made people panic. "I am also happy to rely on you.

Test the quality of your men."

Rolf's expression changed, and when he was about to take action, he was surprised to find:
To be continued...