Before he knew it, he was shaking so much that he couldn't even lift his arms.

This, so fast?

Oops!

Glover, who was paying close attention to the situation, was startled. He looked at the mute's expression and immediately reacted:

It's that kind of superpower!

"But unfortunately, my schedule is very full and I don't have time to play games with you and your master." The man in black shook his head and slowly came to Rolf, "That's it for today, right?"

The next second, Rolf's expression changed and his figure shook!

But he's not the only one:

One of the two thugs standing closest to the man in black had a dazed look in his eyes and began to mutter to himself, while the other simply fell to the ground with a plop.

Thump! Thump! Snap!

Starting from the side of the man in black, more and more people fell down or collapsed in the warehouse. Some were talking in sleep, some were rubbing their foreheads, and some were falling asleep.

"Ahh..."

"No……"

"I want to have a good meal..."

"Hahahahaha..."

Nekra and Fogg both took half a step back. Red Viper looked pained, while Fogg looked dazed.

Not good, not good, not good!

Seeing the strange behavior of everyone, Glover screamed in his heart and was about to rush out and attack the man in black at all costs, but he immediately felt a heavy weight on his leg.

"Yes, mom," Tsimikas fell limp while holding his feet, his eyes blank, "I, I worked hard today and got a lot of rewards, okay mom, right mom, no problem mom..."

Glover was about to kick him away, but Tsimikas's expression turned bitter:

"Don't worry, I won't join a gang like my father, let alone be hacked to death like him... I didn't become a gangster, I didn't bully the poor people, I earned clean money, conscience money, and I still have to save it

I have the money to hire the best tuberculosis doctor for you...the best..."

Glover's breath was stagnant, he gritted his teeth, retracted his raised foot, and just pushed Tsimikas away slightly.

This bastard.

This warehouse is full of fucking assholes.

But when he pushed Tsimikas away, Glover suddenly discovered: On the ground in front of Tsimikas, there was a pool of blood blown away by the wind, revealing crooked writing:

【Preparation, plan】

Glover was shocked.

Plan?

What plan?

The next second, little Teto appeared in front of him, jumping towards him...

no, do not want!

Glover shook his head desperately and turned his attention back to the field, but he could only see Rolf in front of the man in black, bending down with pain on his face.

It's like kneeling down.

Damn it!

Glover tried hard to resist the supernatural power, feeling anxious:

He should have made it clearer!

It can't be that this mute wants to take the rear and create an opportunity for me to escape... huh?

Create an opportunity to escape?

Glover was shocked!

At that moment, he suddenly understood.

He understands, he fucking understands what Rolf is going to do!

In front of the man in black, Rolf breathed in a daze.

The figures in front of him were sometimes the man in black, sometimes Catherine, sometimes the boy who changed his destiny, and sometimes a group of ferocious, terrifying, hungry wild dogs.

He couldn't tell the difference.

"Once upon a time, when I was just a commoner, people would not sit down and listen to me seriously."

The voice of the man in black sounded, as if coming from the horizon.

Rolf shook his head hard and tried to press his forehead, but found that he reached out and touched the ground.

Why did he...kneel down?

"So I practiced my sword hard and swung it vigorously," the masked man in black continued, "Finally, they were willing to sit down quietly and listen to me."

He patted the hilt of his sword and his tone became lonely:

"But it took me a long time to understand: they didn't listen to my words, just the sword's words."

Rolf only saw the other person's lips moving up and down, but had no idea what he said.

He was even a little confused: Why did the other party open and close his mouth?

Is it for a meal?

The air pressure lost control and leaked from the alloy cylinder of the prosthetic limb, but he seemed unaware of it.

Until a piece of broken glass hit his knees, piercing the gap between metal and flesh.

The special touch and pain made him regain consciousness!

correct!

He is still in the warehouse, struggling against the cruel fate...

Rolf woke up with a start and subconsciously put his hand into his pocket.

That Glover, that big burly man, that big guy who everyone said was unsociable, but actually didn't want to be with him at all, who was mentally twisted, that zombie who was forced to pair up with him by a terrifying blade...

…

Can he understand?

Can he do it?

Can he... succeed?

Behind the box, the dizzy Glover gasped and tried to put his hand into his pocket.

That's right.

Why didn't he think of that?

On the territory of the Blood Bottle Gang, they were trapped in heavy siege by so many gang members, including many super masters. As long as they were entangled by one of them for a moment...

And Rolf also brought the seriously injured Phantom Blade with him. With such a burden, it was impossible for them to escape no matter what.

Just the two of them can't do it.

No matter what, it can't be done.

After all, they are not Wrath of the Kingdom.

Therefore, the only feasible way to break through so many people is...

Glover opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at the panoramic view in the warehouse:

From front to back, from left to right, some members of the Blood Bottle Gang groaned, some groaned, some stretched out their hands to sleepwalk, some muttered to themselves, some held their heads in pain, and more simply fainted.

Nekra slowly collapsed against the wall, his eyes closed tightly, and his face looked painful.

Fogg looked ugly and was weak, so he grabbed the armrest to avoid falling.

Douro sat down on the spot, eyes obsessed, tears streaming down his face.

Although the reactions were mixed, at this moment, the entire warehouse, with the man in black as the center, crashed and fell from the inside out, and most of the people lost their ability to move.

But at least...

Glover reluctantly looked to the other side in dizziness:

The road leading to the exit has been cleared and is no longer blocked by a large crowd of people.

Glover knelt down unsteadily, finally took out an injection needle with difficulty, and pulled out the needle cover tremblingly.

their plan.

God's plan.

It's really yours, mute.
To be continued...