Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 458 Good things come in pairs
Clayton Bello and Halcha Conrionay were both shocked to hear this.

These two law-breaking lunatics have always managed to stay out of the law by relying on their social connections and caution. This is the first time they have been caught in the act by law enforcement officers.

"Look at the good spot you picked!" Harcha angrily scolded his opponent and picked himself out.

Clayton took a deep breath and said to the sheriff, "So what do you want us to do?"

"You can fight in the street," Albert said. "And you have to ask for a duel referee. Without a referee, it's not a duel, but a private fight."

A duel is a fair competition with honor at stake, while a private fight is an illegal act that involves resorting to all means. This is the difference between the two.

Clayton and Harcha both felt that two people would be enough, and they were not opposed to having a referee, but the problem was that they had just agreed not to use weapons in this duel.

It should be noted that for werewolves, it is very normal to fight only with their own bodies, but for humans, killing the opponent with bare hands would be regarded as barbaric by public morality, and it is really shameful to ask them to duel on the street.

It is really indecent for two gentlemen to wrestle in close combat, not to mention that in order to kill each other quickly, they might even scratch each other's vital parts with their long nails and bite each other's necks themselves. This way of fighting is still too advanced for ordinary people's cognition of the world.

Based on the above two reasons, they want to find a private place to solve it.

Moreover, Clayton had another concern.

He had just attacked Morgan and her bodyguards and had shown mercy, and an open duel was not a good idea.

But, but, he couldn't help thinking that there were only four minutes left, and perhaps the duel could be over quickly, and the onlookers might not have time to gather, and no one would notice that he had stayed there.

"Then let's go to the street?" he turned to Harcha and suggested.

"Wait a minute." Officer Albert called out again, interrupting their conversation. He looked carefully at Clayton's face, the wrinkles on his clothes, and the dirt on them.

"No, you have to come with us first." He was referring specifically to Clayton, not Harcha.

Even though Albert knew Clayton before, he couldn't stop his growing anger at this moment. He was like a gambler who was pulled out of the gambling table. The sense of loss that emerged from his immersion in a breath made him extremely angry.

"How about waiting until we finish our duel? It will only take four minutes." He persuaded with suppressed unhappiness.

"I will pay for the body cleaning," Halcha also said.

"No, you have to come with us now."

Albert was very determined and ruthless.

Harcha's face darkened and he turned to look at Clayton.

"Is this the person you found?"

He vaguely realized through his sight that the two men seemed to know each other. Maybe Clayton had committed a crime and was remembered by the police. However, an experienced soldier would not gamble on such a thing. After all, these people were armed. If Clayton was under the protection of the police, it would be very troublesome for him to kill him.

It was an honorable thing to let the opponent choose the battle site, but now Halcha was unsure.

Clayton denied it flatly, but it was of no use as he had lost Halcha's trust. In order to resolve the dispute, Halcha made a new suggestion to Clayton.

"Shake them off, let's go out and fight,"

"Row."

Without looking at the road blocked by the police, the two werewolves jumped up and climbed onto the wall. Clayton was about to jump to the narrow street on the other side of the wall, but Harcha suddenly jumped back.

As soon as he landed, Harcha got on all fours and rushed towards Albert at the back door of the house at a speed that ordinary humans could not catch up with.

If Clayton hadn't reacted, or if he had swapped positions with Harcha three seconds ago, the sheriff would probably have ended his life after a very unpleasant night.

The two werewolves collided again.

The sound of bones breaking was heard for the first time in their fight.

The weight advantage and speed advantage are temporarily tied.

Clayton crashed backwards into the door frame and Harcha was thrown out. It took both of them less than two seconds to regain their feet.

"You are the one who called them."

This time, Halcha was certain of his guess. He stared at Clayton, whose body, as tall as his but more robust, blocked the policemen in the narrow corridor at the back door of the house.

"No."

Clayton was a little impatient.

Albert helped him keep the secret and was almost killed by him once. He felt that he owed the sheriff something, so he rushed out subconsciously and now he still regrets it.

But he didn't like to give up halfway. "If not, get out of the way."

Seizing the moment when Clayton hesitated, Halcha suddenly leaped forward and kicked him right in the chest. Then he used the force to turn around and kicked the door frame again to leap back to his original position.

After receiving the blow to the chest, Clayton took two steps back and his breathing became rapid.

Seeing his performance, Harcha showed a sneer on his face.

"It doesn't look like it will take four minutes. But if you're willing to help me get rid of them first and prove your innocence, I can give you some more time to rest."

Behind Clayton, Albert had already realized the ill intentions of Kong Lione, so he simply took off the police generator from his waist and swung it around. The shrill whimpering sound that would occur when the mountain wind blew through the cracks in the rocks was heard loudly.

Hearing the harsh warning, Harcha remained indifferent.

"Call for backup? I know that with the efficiency of these black crows and the recent crime rate in this area, it is not certain that anyone will come in ten minutes. Have you considered it?"

Clayton's face was gloomy. The current situation was beyond his expectations.

Although Albert was someone he knew, it might not be arranged by the other party. Halcha might have additional companions standing on a high place observing their actions, so as to inform the police in advance to come here.

It's not that Clayton thought the police had been bought by Conrionay, but they still had passive value.

Suppose Halcha killed Albert here and then held himself back until police reinforcements arrived. At that time, Halcha would just tie his belt and run faster than anyone else, leaving him at the crime scene and surrounded by the police.

It was daytime now and the muskets posed a great threat to him. Moreover, even if he broke out of the encirclement, there was no place for him in Weiodi.

It is possible that the time limit for the duel was set in order to arouse his competitive spirit and sense of honor, so as to prevent him from running around.

As suspicion grew in his heart, Clayton looked at Harcha with increasingly hostile eyes.

He stared at Harcha and pushed his hands back, pushing the policemen away.

"Get out of my way!"

After making some space, Clayton walked to the door, faced Harcha in the courtyard, stretched his shoulder blades, and then lowered his upper body slightly.

"That's enough, Harcha. You and I both know that they are useless in close combat. Even if there are three of them, it will only give us three more hits. It's not difficult to deal with them. As for shooting - if they are my accomplices, they will not shoot when you and I are fighting, so as not to hurt me by mistake."

"Start reading again."

Harcha stared at Clayton with a grim expression. He was injured in the last collision, which was nothing for a werewolf's recovery ability, but the strange belt was tightly around his waist, hindering blood circulation and thus weakening his recovery ability - this was a hidden side effect of this strange item, caused by its material properties.

If he were to fight Clayton in close combat, he would lose the advantage of being able to move freely and would have to compete in real strength.

In the brief fight just now, he was sure that the opponent was no less powerful than himself. If someone else ventured to help him, there was a high probability that he would be defeated.

Whether the other party is in collusion with the police or is just a good citizen who abides by the law, Harcha is not going to gamble. He is not those young wolves. As Konglione, the first thing they learn after they are born is to suppress their instincts and will not make hot-blooded decisions because of the desire to kill.

After ten seconds of thinking, he decided to leave.

The next time we meet this wild wolf, the conditions for fighting will not be so favorable.

Concentrated and alert to the policemen's hands on their pistols, Harcha retreated step by step towards them until he reached the wall at the end of the courtyard. He suddenly turned around and jumped high, climbing over the high wall as skillfully as he jumped over a fence.

Then he fell into a crowd of policemen who had rushed over after hearing the news. They had been treating a dog nearby, and they quickly came over when they heard their companions' call.

This appearance of Halcha was not like that of a law-abiding citizen, so they surrounded him as a matter of course.

"You can't do this! Damn crow, I'm a noble! You can't, you can't——"

The screams from across the wall made Clayton feel a chill in his heart. He could probably guess that the police reinforcements had arrived. Werewolves of their level were too strong even in their ordinary state. It was no problem for them to fight five at once. If the battlefield was large enough, it would not be difficult to fight ten.

But if the battlefield is very small and the opponent knows certain team combat skills, nine people are enough to pose a threat to them.

How many police officers were there outside? How did they get there so quickly?

And how did Albert know he was here?
Clayton didn't come up with an answer, but there was no need to think about it. He turned and looked at Albert, his anger turned into joy, and he almost laughed out loud. Although the duel was interrupted, it was Harcha's own choice to give up. It had nothing to do with him. He never gave up the honor of fighting from beginning to end.

He easily defeated a Clan Fang, and now he wanted to thank Sheriff Albert for doing him a big favor.

"Sheriff, I want to thank you for lending a helping hand to an upstanding citizen." Clayton walked towards Albert happily, as if he had seen his half-brother.

Then a pair of handcuffs appeared on his hands.

"Seriously? You're arresting me too?"

Clayton looked at the sheriff in astonishment. There was no expression on his face, but his eyes turned to the police officer next to him when Clayton looked at him.