Without even making a sound, the black man with the black knife fell to the ground and stopped breathing.
The people with the black knife started cursing.
Bam!
Another gunshot. Two shots were fired at the same time. Two bullets flew towards Garon's sides, leaving him no room to dodge.
Bam bam!!
Two more bottles of beer on Garon's back exploded. No one saw how he dodged.
"What the hell!" The black knife leader's expression changed slightly. He seemed to have thought of a possible group and quickly nodded to his partner on the right.
That meant he was going to kill.
In an instant, a red light lit up.
Boom!!
With Garen at the center of the entire bar, four bright red streams of fire suddenly exploded.
The black knife leader pounced forward and fired wildly with the guns in his hands. At the same time, he made complicated and mysterious evasive movements with great quality.
Outside the bar, he could vaguely hear the sounds of a large group of people gathering. He didn't know if they were from the Primary Colors or other forces.
"Anything else fun?" Garon's voice suddenly came from behind him.
The leader of the Black Knife Gang was shocked. He rolled forward and directly rushed into the sea of fire. He turned around and fired two shots without even looking. He took a big step forward and jumped out of the bar's glass window covered with a black cloth.
With a crash, he rolled a few times on the street and got up.
Suddenly, he felt a slight pain in his chest. He looked down and saw that in the center of his white shirt, there was a faint scarlet blood.
The blood was getting thicker and thicker, spreading rapidly in all directions.
"When? …" He opened his eyes wide and tried to recall, but he couldn't remember when he was shot. The intense pain and suffocation from his lungs quickly spread. He staggered and held onto the lamppost. Soon, his eyes started to turn black.
When he finally fell to the ground, he vaguely saw Garon carrying a person out of the bar. The whole bar was burning, and no one came out.
Garon had just walked out when he saw a large group of people rushing towards him. Some had knives and some had guns. It was a chaotic scene.
He carried a person and looked back at the bar. His footsteps changed a few times, and he actually quickly turned to the side of the bar. A little black boy stared at him blankly, standing in the small alley, not knowing what to do.
Garon carried the man covered in blood, smiled at him, and walked towards the back of the bar.
Behind him, the large crowd outside the alley acted as if they did not see him at all. The situation was extremely strange.
Passing through the alley, a bald man with a bloody arm was waiting with two men behind him. They were driving two cars.
"Boss." The bald man bowed his head respectfully. The other two followed suit.
"Take care of this person. This person is Vincent's representative, the representative of the Primary Colors. I let him escape. You guys contact him later." Garon threw the person in his hand to the ground.
He noticed that people were looking at them from afar.
"Get in the car and get out of here."
"Boss, the people inside …?" Baldy gulped as he looked at the burning bar.
"Aren't they right in front of you?" Garon replied casually.
His meaning was clear. The only person left, other than the old man from the Primary Colors, was Vincent's representative, who was caught in front of him.
Baldy was a little frightened. The Black Knife Mercenary Group, which was only slightly weaker than the Nighthawks, did not even last a minute under the boss's hands. This meant …
"Get in the car." He stopped thinking about it and carried the person into the car.
The two white cars accelerated slowly, one in front and one behind, leaving the back of the bar.
On the other side, half of a black man's face slowly appeared at the entrance of the alley.
The black man's forehead was covered in sweat. He did not even dare to take deep breaths. He could only hold his breath tightly.
"Three minutes … and twelve seconds …" he said bitterly.
There were a few other representatives in the alley who did not enter the bar at all.
The lady dressed like an office lady was pale. Her hands unconsciously clenched and unclenched, clenched and unclenched.
"Luckily we didn't go in." The man with glasses said in a low voice. "Let's inform our respective bosses now."
The others nodded. No one was willing to face that ordinary-looking blonde young man.
It was as if that guy was taking a stroll in the park. He entered the bar and bullets were flying everywhere. There were explosions everywhere, but he walked out without a scratch. Even his clothes were not messed up.
"What about Levi?"
"The only solution is in Kenna's hands. He's still tracking Kenna." The lady said in a low voice. "Things are already out of our control. The Black Knife people are all dead. The Nighthawks' strength is far beyond our imagination. I suggest we inform Vincent's boss. "
"Did you find out anything about that person?" Someone asked.
"I only eliminated the movements and whereabouts of the famous people in the surrounding world. But if this person appeared out of nowhere, then there's nothing we can do." The lady shook her head.
"I'm afraid not. That person is just a normal person. According to the rules, they can't simply interfere with the order of the normal world." The man with glasses said in a low voice.
"Waist, why don't we just back out?" The black man wiped the sweat off his face. "There's no need for us to sacrifice our lives for an imaginary legend. Report the situation to the higher-ups and let them send more people to deal with it. "
The others exchanged glances. They could see the bitterness in each other's eyes.
They could report it, but it would also mean that their previous efforts and losses would all be in vain. Losing their jobs was still a light punishment.
"I'm afraid there's no need for that …" The lady suddenly said.
"The latest news is that Kenna and Levi have chased into a remote village. There's an ancient power in that village. The secret of the Stone Clock of Fortune seems to have attracted their interest."
"What's going on?"
"I don't know. But it's still a good thing. Looks like the secret of the Stone Clock of Fortune has finally attracted some people's attention. "
"I heard that Kenna, as an archaeologist, knows a lot of mysterious people. The village he ran to this time might be where his friends are." The man with glasses frowned.
"I think it's best if we don't interfere. Let's wait for them to decide a winner." The lady smiled bitterly. "The situation is getting more and more complicated. There are more and more forces involved."
The others nodded.
*****
In the darkness, an old man with a pale face lit a yellow oil lamp. The dim yellow light slowly illuminated the scene in the wooden house.
The round window had wooden slats in the shape of a cross. A bit of moonlight shone in from the outside.
The old man turned around and looked at the bed in the wooden house. There was a black figure lying there.
It was a man wearing a black leather jacket. His body was tattered. There were wounds and bloodstains everywhere. There were especially many on his face. It was almost disfigured. But through the wounds, one could still see that he used to be a middle-aged man with decent looks.
"Ugh …" The man woke up from the bed. "How long have I been asleep? Dahm Rose. "
"Not long. About five hours." The old man turned around and smiled. His wrinkled face was like a blooming chrysanthemum.
"Alright, chrysanthemum … Why do I think of this plant every time I see you?" The man touched his head and smiled bitterly. "Looks like your situation isn't too good."
"I'm just a little better than you." The old man shook his head. He picked up the oil lamp and walked to the bed. "I've told you before. Unless it's the last moment, don't come looking for me. Because not only will I not be able to help you, I might even bring you greater danger. "
"Of course I remember." The man smiled bitterly. "But I really have no other choice now. I have nowhere else to go." He lowered his head and grabbed his hair with both his hands. His eyes were bloodshot.
"Looks like you're really in a bad situation." The old man shook his head helplessly. "My friend, my situation isn't much better than yours. If you don't mind, then stay here with me."
"I hope you can give me some inspiration." The man raised his head with a hint of hope.
"It's useless." The old man shook his head. "A strong force is surrounding me. I can't use my inspiration." He looked at the man. "Kenna, you'll understand soon enough. Regardless of whether the inspiration appears or not, the outcome can't be changed."
"Is what we see a fixed outcome?" Kenna asked back.
"It's not fixed, it's inevitable. It's an inference obtained from collecting information from nature. You have to understand that there are no coincidences in this world. The so-called coincidences are the final result of the inevitable combination of martial arts." The old man, Dahm Rose, frowned.
"Anyway, I'm sticking to you. I have nowhere else to go. "Kenna was silent for a while before he said with a smile.
"Liv is dead, right?" The old man looked into his eyes and realized that he was avoiding his gaze. "Not only Liv, but also Corella and Bain."
There was a moment of dead silence.
"Looks like your situation can't get any worse. Then come with me. "The old man shook his head." Sometimes, being able to die peacefully is actually a good outcome. "
"What are you talking about?" Kenna asked.
"Nothing." Dahm Rose put down the oil lamp and took out a small bottle filled with fireflies. He carefully poured the fireflies into a jar.
The strange thing was that the fireflies in the jar flickered and didn't fly away at all.
He picked up a stone pestle and began to grind the fireflies carefully. From time to time, he would sprinkle some unknown powder into the jar.
"What are you doing?" Kenna noticed his strange actions.
Dahm Rose smiled mysteriously and didn't answer.
Kenna got up from the bed dejectedly. He picked up a bowl of sticky yellow substance and drank it in one gulp.
He couldn't remember how long he had been chased by Levi. The two of them had gone through countless hardships in the wilderness and killed each other. Their hatred had already condensed to the point that it couldn't be dissolved. Between the two of them, one of them was destined to die.
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