[Wen Hao] I worked hard to restore the health of the protagonist group

The snow-white sweatshirt was stained red with blood. The assassin collapsed in Jie Shuyi's arms. In the ambiguous posture, the poor sniper's body twitched.

His survival instinct made him want to cover the hole in his chest with his hand, but it was of no use, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

The blood from his head kept flowing, and Dostoevsky seemed to be stunned for a long time. When he reacted and moved away, his head and body were already stained with blood.

Jie Shuyi looked at his embarrassed posture with satisfaction, a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't help licking the blood on his lips with the tip of his tongue, and the desire in the depths of his eyes became stronger and stronger.

The sniper had lost his resistance, and his body stopped twitching. In Jie Shuyi's eyes, he was just a broken toy, no longer necessary for him to exist.

With a slight force of his right hand, Jie Shuyi lifted the man's body effortlessly, then flipped him over and threw him down heavily.

There was a dull thud, and the man's body burst into gorgeous red flowers on the ground. Dostoevsky lowered his eyes and looked at the bloodstains on his shoes, and his handsome brows frowned.

With an obedient smile on his face, Xie Shuyi jumped down from the air conditioner unit on the 4th floor and wiped the blood on his snow-white sweatshirt.

Covered in a strong smell of blood, Xie Shuyi seemed unaware of how scary he looked at the moment.

He walked silently behind Mr. Dazai, met Mr. Dazai's teasing eyes, and explained carefully and guiltily.

"I'm not trying to scare him this time. If that sniper really wants to attack you, what if you get hurt if I don't kill him?"

The boy seemed to feel that he had gone too far and wiped his hands awkwardly, leaving a few more red claw marks on his already messy sweatshirt.

Xie Shuyi snatched the apple that had been bitten a few bites from Mr. Dazai's hand, held it in his own hand, and took a few bites without any care. He turned his head away in an attempt to cover up his presence, trying his best to reduce his presence.

He clearly saved Mr. Dazai, but not only did he not get any praise, he even seemed to be criticized. Xie Shuyi bit the bite hard again, looking like he was in a bad mood.

Dazai couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips. He looked at Dostoyevsky and said, "It seems that your sneak attack has failed."

Dostoyevsky's expression remained unchanged. "That's not necessarily true."

The moment he finished speaking, accompanied by a slight metallic sound, Jie Shuyi almost instantly moved away, but he was still a step too slow.

His right hand was hit by the thin iron chain, and he lost his grip on the red apple and it fell to the ground.

The apple had been turned over several times, was covered in dust, and was no longer edible.

Xie Shuyi withdrew his gaze with regret, and then turned back viciously.

The man was wearing a white mask, and his figure was blocked by a huge black robe, so his true face could not be seen. The only thing that could be seen was the golden chain that rolled out from under his sleeves.

Xie Shuyi almost subconsciously thought of No. 57, but the special ability of the person in front of him, the golden iron chain was obviously more delicate and exquisite than the chain of No. 57, and the special ability seemed to be plated with a layer of gold.

Although her figure was hidden by her clothes, her noble demeanor could not be concealed.

Two people who are almost completely different from No. 57.

The white mask and black robe completely fit the image of the rumored assassin.

But...Xie Shuyi thinks he is not.

He didn't have time to think about the identity of the person who came, because the thin and swift iron chain attacked again, and Jie Shuyi dodged quickly.

He leaped onto the wall, using objects in the alley to climb into the air, dodging attacks while looking for the masked man's weaknesses.

Head-on confrontation is not Xie Shuyi's strong point, but it is no problem for him to restrain the latter and give Mr. Dazai enough time to leave.

When he thought of Mr. Dazai, Xie Shuyi couldn't help but look back distractedly, but he didn't see the familiar figure in the distance, and his heart panicked almost instantly.

It was this brief moment of panic that gave the masked man an opportunity. After the golden chain hooked Jie Shuyi's wrist, it quickly wrapped around his waist at lightning speed.

Xie Shuyi couldn't help but curse inwardly. The golden chain began to tighten, but the pain did not come.

At some point, Mr. Dazai had already circled behind the masked man.

He held the dusty apple in his hand with a smile on his face.

"Supernatural power - no longer human."