Half-elf Notebook

South District of Leishi City.

In the dim night, a ghostly black shadow passed over several roofs and landed on the house with number ten.

His footsteps were light.

It is so light that even if a person weighing 80 kilograms steps on it, no sound will be heard through the roof of the house.

It wasn't too long since nightfall, and one could get a glimpse of things from the remaining lights in many houses.

But from this we can also know that the visitor is confident in his own abilities.

He was like an animal that was best adapted to the night, skillfully using everything around him to hide himself.

Even on the streets there were still a few pedestrians rushing home and patrolling soldiers.

Even though he was no more than twenty meters away from the light source, the view from the window passed over him.

He was not noticed either.

The man bent down, with only half of his head remaining slightly above the sloping roof.

It seemed to have merged into the roof of the house, without any unnecessary movement or vibration.

He looked calmly at his target this time, another townhouse on the street.

Those were the families reported by gang affiliates as sheltering bounty targets.

At first, he, like the other seven, scoffed at it.

I want to ask, who in the South District or the North District dares to hinder the Blood Gang's business? Dare to touch their reverse scale?

Even if there was, it would have long since become ruins under the raging fire, or as described in the military camp's unsolved case files!

But until the army soldiers were guarding here.

Their spies scattered throughout the city relayed the news back to them.

The eight people at the "Bloody Banquet" finally realized that there were people in this city who dared to ruin their plans.

Challenge them head on.

The Blood Gang is not the kind of coward who would swallow their anger when someone bullies them.

Since the other party is reaching out to their interests, they must break his hand and make the fool swallow it!

So here he comes, bringing revenge from the Bloods.

His eyes were sometimes focused and sometimes scattered, always avoiding eye contact with the soldiers.

As a bronze-level person, he is better than ordinary people in observation and intuition.

In addition, the stealth skills are ingrained into his bones.

At this distance and in the darkness, the two men, who were obviously elite soldiers, would never be able to spot him.

The man observed for a while, and as if he had discovered something, he made a slight "tsk" sound.

He squirmed his body and quickly disappeared from the soldiers' sight.

He was sure that the house was no longer occupied, at least not in the short term.

Of course, this was not a misjudgment because there was no light in the house or the original owner had gone out at night.

This is the speculation that men gain from years of experience in this field.

The answer is often eerily accurate.

So, the man didn't intend to waste any more time and stood up silently.

To place the alchemical explosives that had been prepared.

It doesn't matter whether the target dies today.

But the Blood Gang's anger must be vented.

Before reaching the roof, he had already taken a rough look around the target house.

Confirm that there are no other guards except the two dedicated soldiers.

For him, it was easy to sneak in.

However, the man just started to move.

Suddenly, it was fixed in place like a wedge.

He turned his head slowly, his eyes fixed on the other side of the slope of the eaves.

A man in a leather jacket that reached above his waist was looking at him with a faint smile.

The other person had his hands in his pockets, looking indifferent, like a pedestrian who just went out for a walk after dinner.

There was not the slightest sense of being in the same room with the city's top killer.

There should be nothing there!

Men are not careless people.

Although he acted quickly, he would definitely confirm in advance before setting foot in this area.

He was absolutely sure that it was twenty minutes ago, just before he reached the roof.

The other party did not exist within his field of vision and perception.

Cold sweat began to soak his back.

He could feel his body gradually becoming colder.

The heart beating faster in his chest seemed to be right next to the man's ear, and the thumping sound entered his brain and struck his spirit.

The other party easily found his secret location in the dark, and approached here quietly under his own perception.

Even the top bronze level ones don't have this kind of ability and strength.

This is also enough to show that he has absolutely no chance of winning if he fights with the opponent.

"damn it."

This was his first thought.

"We must escape immediately."

was his second thought.

Just then, Rick spoke, his tone was gentle, as if he was chatting with a good friend.

"Good evening, Mr. Tingus Wedland of the Blood Gang..."Mr. "Black Tuxedo"?"

"It seems like you've been eyeing my house for a while."

"You guys seem to rarely show up in the South District. If you don't mind, could you tell me why you came here?"

Tingus finally met Rick's eyes.

He couldn't see any smile in those gray eyes.

Bang!

Two small metal bottles quietly fell off the belt around Tingus' waist and hit the roof tiles, making a sound.

The next moment after it bounced up, it suddenly exploded.

Thick green smoke immediately obscured the two people's vision.

And just as the smoke quickly rose, two silver rays broke through the wind and pointed directly at Rick's eyes!

Tingles himself burst out of the smoke and landed on the street below.

He hardly paused or made any movement to release the force, and his body shot out like an arrow from a bow.

The next second a shallow pit was left on the ground.

His figure was already fifty meters away.

Martial arts, star-chasing stab.

Martial arts, ghost travel.

Still, Tinggus didn't slow down. He was like a charging cheetah or a wandering ghost.

While twisting and turning, he passed several pedestrians.

The speed did not decrease at all, but the pedestrian was frightened and almost fell down.

He did not try to hide in the alleyway that would have provided him with more privacy, nor did he leap onto the empty roof again.

The former, if his guess was correct.

When there is no way to create distance, your hiding methods are useless to the other party.

As for the latter, from what his opponent showed, Tingers had little confidence that he could beat him in terms of speed.

But it is completely different on the streets where there are civilians.

Dinges is confident, compared to the other party.

The laws and morals of the kingdom have much greater constraints on the gray-eyed man than on himself!

Tinggus bet that Rick would not use large-scale combat martial arts.

He was sure that the other party had a very high moral bottom line.

Otherwise, by the time the other party knew his purpose, he would not even have a chance to get up, and would probably have been beheaded.

Now Rick would not harm civilians in order to catch him.

This is exactly what Tingles wanted.

The worst-case scenario is that he would kidnap a passerby and confront him.

As long as they get back to the ghetto, as long as the Blood Gang members successfully deliver the message.

When the other seven come to help, the other party must and will give up chasing him.

Even if his strength is stronger than the entire "Bloody Banquet", he will never be able to compete with the forces behind them.

The Blood Gang was able to take root and flourish in Thunder Stone and act with impunity.

It was never simply because of having eight bronze-level or higher killers.

Rather, they serve the “people” above.

Act as their agent.

Suddenly, a black shadow fell from the sky in front of his eyes, its speed no less than a cannonball.

The only difference is that the shells are thrown in a curve from a distance.

The black shadow shot out from mid-air and fell vertically!