That guy looks a bit like...

Ghost in the wind?

What's his name? Ralph Rafael?

But didn't he... disappear in Hongfang Street?

Just like the countless people who disappeared in the fierce battle that was played lightly at the top and flowed into rivers of blood below.

On the other side, the weirdo wearing a mask silently looked back at each other.

The moment their eyes met, Leyock first confirmed, and then his emotions became complicated:

Yes, that's him.

Ghost in the wind.

In the former Blood Bottle Gang, he was the most popular young superpower.

The most difficult character in "The Twelve Strongest".

His movements are strange and he appears and disappears.

Bad and bad personality.

When Leyock was young, as the "Thirteenth General" of the Brotherhood, he once regarded the opponent as an imaginary enemy, and practiced countless killing moves to deal with his supernatural powers behind his back.

It is a pity that in the inexplicable "One Night War" in Hongfang Street, their encounter ended hastily, with only the harsh words of "Let's fight another time".

That was the last time he saw Sui Feng Ghost.

Thinking of this, Leyock couldn't help but sigh:

Whether it's the Blood Bottle Gang, the Brotherhood, the Twelve Strongest, or the Thirteen Generals, how many of those street ruthless people who were as young and ambitious as him back then, regardless of their opponents or their own people, are left now?

How many more can he remember?

I wonder what kind of majestic or even superior nicknames are given to the new generation who want to be in the limelight in the streets and alleys nowadays?

Twelve divine generals? Thirteen demon kings?

Thinking of this, Leyock instinctively wanted to laugh, but couldn't.

Opposite him, the supernatural being who in his impression was extremely noisy and liked to use words to disturb his opponents, also remained silent at this time, as if he didn't want to say anything.

"Is it you?" Leyock took a step forward, "Why don't you speak?"

The masked man's eyes flickered and he moved, but in the end he didn't say anything.

The guards looked back and forth, some were confused, some were curious, and some looked like they were watching a good show.

"Um, actually..." scratching his head.

"Young lady's suit is so close, it's little black silk!"

Glover interrupted them unusually. With a violent look on his face, he stood in front of Rolf savagely:

"No one knows you bastard...unless you want to be beaten?"

Leyock frowned.

Seeing that Glover's attitude was clear, the Star Lake Guards were advancing and retreating as one. Although the colleagues around him didn't know what was going on, they all cooperated with him to get up, pressing their weapons with unkind expressions.

This is……

Layok's face darkened and he looked around.

He suddenly realized that his former gang rivals were now standing naturally among these noble guards with extraordinary bearing or gorgeous clothes.

I see.

Leyock stared at the strange man wearing a mask and smiled.

In this way, not only did this superpower not die in any gutter, but he was also lucky enough to climb up to a big shot and became the dog of a green-skinned person - no, it should be a blue-skinned person, one of those noble people sitting behind their desks.

leg.

No wonder the Phantom Blade dared to be so presumptuous during this trip to Emerald City.

"Really," he stepped back and raised his hands to show that he was not hostile, "I saw it wrong."

The Silent Killer narrowed his eyes:

"Mistook him for someone."

Rolf's fingers trembled.

Only then did everyone loosen their weapons.

Leyock looked at Rolf in the crowd opposite and sneered in his heart.

"Who? Who did you mistake him for?" Nixi came over curiously.

"none of your business?"

Glover turned around suddenly and yelled at Nexi.

"Just a dead... friend," Leyock shook his head, folded his arms and leaned back against the wall with disdain, no longer looking at Rolf, "It's not important anymore."

You know it, of course.

This bitch is now a shoe shiner for big shots, and he has a good reputation.

As for those days of fighting for your life on the streets, bullying and dominating the market, and taking advantage of others...

Didn’t you see him pick out his tattoos and even put on a mask?

The Silent Killer figured this out and couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

Yes, after a successful career, who doesn’t want to say goodbye to that dirty shithole and cut off from the ugly self? It’s best not to mention it again in this life?

What's more, we encountered enemies from the past.

Then it is normal for him not to want to talk to him, or even pretend not to know him.

The ways are different, and the best result is to forget each other.

Leyock shook his head lightly.

No matter what, it’s just a dog-leg.

If he were still hanging out on the streets, with Sui Feng Gui's bad character, his life would be at risk one day, or even worse, he would end up with his hands and feet disabled and be bedridden for the rest of his life.

Either you give up on yourself and feel sorry for yourself, or you struggle in pain and lose all your dignity.

Leyock thought of Mertesa who accompanied the old woman to guard the abandoned house, and felt depressed.

Maybe this is...everyone has his own destiny.

But at this moment, Rolf suddenly reached out and put his hand on Glover's shoulder.

In the zombie's surprised eyes, the mute pushed him away without any doubt, moved forward, and slowly walked towards the Silent Killer.

Until he stood in front of Leyock.

"What, you want to fight?" Leyock said disdainfully without raising his head, "Then give me back my knife first..."

Rolf suddenly reached out and took off half of the mask on his face.

From the chin to the throat, the hideous and ugly scars of flesh and blood were exposed in the air, clearly visible.

Everyone, including Leyock, was stunned.

"you……"

Layok unconsciously put down his hands and left the wall, amazed.

He frowned and looked at the pitted scars on the other person's neck, which were obviously horrific scars that were torn violently with irregular techniques and healed in an even more rough way - most likely using a soldering iron to stop the bleeding.

"Your neck..."

Rolf pointed to his throat, shook his head, and made several unpleasant groans.

At that moment, the Silent Killer reacted from the shock.

He stared blankly at Rolf at this moment, looking at the mask in his hand, with mixed feelings.

"It's weird..."

On the other side, the bystanders saw Rolf’s actions, covered their mouths and whispered:

"The mute is obviously very sensitive to the wound. He shields it tightly and gets angry with anyone who mentions it..."

"Aren't you the one who gets mentioned the most?" This is Paul holding a bow and arrow with an expressionless face.

"The purpose is to desensitize him as soon as possible and get out of the haze! Do you think his attitude will be much better when he meets the stupid Cohen again? At least he will no longer grind his teeth..."

"Because half of the hatred has been transferred to you?"

"This is called sacrificing the ego..."

"Have you talked enough?" Grover turned back coldly, his eyes so sharp that he made everyone tremble.

The next second, watching Rolf and Lyock's silent confrontation, his expression suddenly changed. He put his arms around Paul beside him and pulled him outward without any explanation:
To be continued...