The cold winter wind howled on the street. Amidst the sound of the wind, Hathaway asked coldly. She still didn't know which group of forces she had offended.
"In January of this year, did you include you who took away the collection from the Parrox ruins?"
The man also throws his own questions.
"Yes, but those collections were divided among 13 people."
"Yes, I killed those people. They don't have what I need."
Even after saying such cruel words, the burly man still had a smile on his face.
Hathaway finally understood what happened to her during this period of time, and most of the items and materials she obtained in that ruin exploration had been traded out, leaving only the gold on her wrist. bell.
But obviously not this one, because the man noticed it without showing an expression of interest.
"What do you need, maybe we can solve it in a peaceful way."
Not sure if she could win, she decided to be more cautious.
"I need that slab inlaid right under the Hydra statue, don't tell me, you didn't take it."
"But it was shattered, and when I reached out and touched it, it shattered."
This statement was true, Hathaway didn't get that item at all, even though it seemed very valuable.
But the man obviously didn't believe it, he didn't speak any more, but swung his fist all at once. There was a short distance between the two of them at this time, but the hand actually stretched out as if pinched by ooze. Hathaway didn't expect this, so she could only dodge while thinking hastily again.
While dodging, the silver bracelet played the tune of "Lullaby" in conjunction with the mantra, but the man's actions did not stop at all.
"Oops."
Hathaway knew that tonight was going to be bad, so she became cruel and waved her wrist violently. The crisp sound of the golden bell knocked them down at the same time in an instant, but Hathaway adapted faster and rushed towards the carriage with one stride.
"it's useless!"
The man got up right after, and stretched out his fist again towards the woman's back. Hathaway twisted her body at a weird angle, and the rapier she just grabbed in her hand shone bright white against the moonlight.
"Oh~"
She let out a low cry, and the blade slashed down against her fist. Of course, the flesh fist couldn't resist this special weapon. The fist was almost split in half between the ring finger and the index finger.
Enduring the pain, the man immediately withdrew his fist, watching the woman standing on a high place raise the sword again:
"Miscalculated, I didn't expect you to have such a rare weapon-type numbered item. But it's useless..."
The right foot stomped on the ground, and the body was raised two feet out of thin air. The rough hand like a giant collided with the white light that fell down again, making the sound of gold and stone colliding.
He actually held the blade!
"You are a giant - Salman!"
Hathaway finally recognized the famous murderer on the wanted list.
"Since you recognize me, I can't let you live! Hahaha~"
He laughed wildly and increased the strength in his hand, trying to pull Hathaway over. The woman gave up her weapon helplessly, and shouted loudly as she stepped back:
"May God bless me!"
The silver bracelet was scattered into silk threads, which automatically swam along the arm like a snake. Several silk threads connected the shoulder and left arm, stretched out like strings.
Clang~
Although the tremolo is not loud, it is extremely harsh. Every time Hathaway plucked the strings, Salman would feel his heart stop uncontrollably.
"it's useless!"
He still stood there even with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, "Since you know me, you should also know that all my abilities are red fighting abilities. You can't even imagine how powerful my physical body is."
As he spoke, he raised his foot and approached the carriage, and Hathaway jumped out of the carriage in a hurry, knocked hard to break the root of the high heels, and then moved to the side alley. She originally planned to use music to impede the enemy's progress while trying to escape, but she didn't expect that the person's impact was far less than imagined.
The alley was about to come to an end, and the road ahead could be seen from a distance.
The huge fist blasted away the icy air again, but this time Hathaway had no way to dodge. She could only jump to one side according to the sound of breaking through the air behind her, but she was still hit by that fist, and her whole body was carried away to the entrance of the alley by the huge force.
Holding on to the ground, he wanted to get up again, but he felt a sharp pain in his chest.
"Is it broken?"
The cold ground irritated the skin of his palms, and he barely sat up straight, leaning against the wall at the exit of the alley.
She smiled miserably: "I thought I would die, but I didn't expect it to be like this."
"If you tell me the whereabouts of that slate now, I might let you go this time. To be honest, I rarely kill women."
A strong man like an iron tower came out from the depths of the alley. His height had returned to his original appearance, but his skin was showing an extremely unnatural red color.
"Do you believe these words yourself?"
Hathaway satirized weakly, seeing her silver thread scattered all over the corner of the corner of her eye, it might be impossible to use it.
"I hope you can understand..."
He stopped talking, because there was another strange voice coming from the alley behind him.
The sound was very regular, and it was approaching the alley bit by bit. There are no lights in the alley, and the shadows of the buildings prevent the moonlight from illuminating the place. A red light spot appeared in the darkness, and then the light spot got closer and bigger.
It was a man with red flames all over his body, riding on a skeleton war horse. The blazing flames enveloped the horse and rider, and the rider emerged from the darkness little by little, with a smile on his young and handsome face. He took off his hat with flaming hands, and greeted the lady:
"Long time no see, Hathaway."
Jenkins rides on his own horse. Although he appears to be proficient, he is actually not good at equestrianism. This spiritual mount has always been acting on its own.
After saying hello, he looked at the standing man and raised his eyebrows.
"How do you want to die?"
"Oh~"
Still the same routine, the right fist hit Jenkins with great force. He leaned down on the horse's back, shook the reins violently, and the horse automatically led him towards the man.
It flashed its fist nimbly, and slammed into Salman with a huge wind pressure, but Salman's left hand grabbed the bone of the horse's neck abruptly.
Seeing that the flames on the horse's hooves didn't even ignite the old newspapers on the ground, he was confident that his physical body was not afraid of such ostentatious flames.