One week later … California, United States
Looking at the tall red and white theater-like building in front of her, Isaros pressed the edge of her hat and blended in with the crowd.
The theatre was performing a Spanish musical, Wild Cat, and the female lead singer's voice was clear and smooth.
Half of the audience below had already filled up their seats, and from time to time, they would clap.
Isaros found a seat at the side and sat down. The surrounding people were buzzing with noise, and she constantly paid attention to her hat. This was an aura concealment hat that had been blessed with witchcraft, and it could temporarily change the aura on her body to distort the Blood Breeds' senses.
This theatre was one of the properties of the combat club under the Holy Fist Palace, and it was also one of the fastest ways to contact the combat club.
The seat beside Isaros was empty. She waited for a while, as if she was focused on admiring the musical on stage, but she was constantly paying attention to the situation of the seat beside her. If the combat club responded, then someone would definitely come and sit there.
Time passed by, and unknowingly, more than half an hour had passed. Finally, two figures quietly came from the right side of Isaros. They passed through the gaps between the people sitting and walked towards the two empty seats.
The two of them sat down on the two seats.
Isaros suddenly caught a whiff of a familiar body scent.
"Elder sister." The figure sitting beside her finally spoke.
Isaros turned her head, and her eyes widened.
"Arisa!? Vivien!? "
Sitting beside her was her sister, Arisa and Vivien, the two beautiful girls.
"Why are you here?" Isaros' face suddenly turned serious.
"Once we received your news, we volunteered to come over. We haven't seen you in a long time." Arisa saw the serious look on Isaros' face and hurriedly explained, "Don't worry, we came here under very secretive arrangements. No one will know. "
"Now that the secret party is chasing after me, it's too dangerous for you to get close to me!" Isaros said in a low voice, "You're too stubborn, Arisa, and you even brought Vivien out. What if you encounter any danger?"
"Don't worry, we have people to protect us." Vivien raised her fist and shook it. "Sister Quentin happened to be bringing some people here, so we followed along."
"Quentin? One of the four great generals of the Holy Fist Palace? " Isaros also knew about the battle to encircle and annihilate Wellington. Against the Holy Fist Palace, the Dark World had gradually spread the names of the two great marshals and the four great generals. The two great marshals were naturally Hochman and Dahm. Their terrifying strength was comparable to that of an upper-level Blood Breed, which shocked any Blood Breed Sorcerer. On the other hand, the Four Great Generals referred to the four people from the Holy Fist Palace who usually went out to handle affairs.
These four people were Xander, Cece, Quentin, and the Nighthawks' vice leader, Baldy. Most of them were in charge of the daily negotiations between the Holy Fist Palace and the outside world, managing a large number of forces.
Regardless of whether it was the Combat Club's huge network throughout the United States or even many countries, or the terrifying international network of the second batch of students, or the training and employment of the Nighthawks, a purely violent organization.
"With Quentin around, that's fine." Isaros heaved a sigh of relief as she knew that the Holy Fist Palace would not allow these two little guys to escape without any protective measures. "This time, I'm here on official business. Bring me to see Miss Quentin, I have something to ask her. Also, Pritto and the representatives of the light party are waiting for me outside."
Hearing that there was indeed official business, Arisa became serious as well.
"Sister Quentin is discussing business with someone in the private room over there, I'll bring you there."
"Okay." To be honest, Isaros felt a little helpless. However, she was now tied to the light party's Crimson Moon Blood Breeds. Not only had she killed so many vampires from the secret party, she had also killed a number of lower-level Blood Breeds. More importantly, Pritto's Crimson Moon Holy Technique was indeed stored in the depths of her consciousness. At that time, she had relied on a special method left behind by the Crimson Moon Death Apostle to store it. Now, there was no way to retrieve it unless a Death Apostle personally took action.
This had also put her on the secret party's must-kill list.
Isaros stood up and followed Arisa and Vivien. She walked through a small door on the left side of the theater and passed through a dark, black-carpeted corridor. Soon, they arrived at a row of private rooms on the second floor that were slightly far apart. A strong woman in a black shirt was guarding the door. She was casually playing with a small silver knife. She glanced at Arisa and the others and immediately gave way to the door without saying a word.
Arisa smiled politely at the woman and knocked on the door.
"Sister Quentin."
"Oh, it's Arisa. Come in." A hearty woman's voice came from inside. It was a very crisp American accent.
The door was gently opened from the inside. A group of people walked into the private room. A beautiful woman in a red silk cheongsam was sitting inside. Even though she was wearing a sexy and beautiful cheongsam, the woman still gave off a heroic vibe. She was Holy Fist Palace's Quentin.
Quentin's eyebrows were slanted to her temples and were as straight as a knife. Her eyes were bright and full of expression, her nose was high and her skin was fair. Her slender and round legs were crossed, and she was holding a glass of red wine in her hand. She looked lazy and elegant.
Sitting opposite her was a middle-aged man who was slightly balding. At this moment, he appeared to be cowering in fear, giving off a sense of respect. He was clearly much older than Quentin, but he gave off the impression that he was the elder instead.
At this moment, the man did not know what he had just experienced. His head was covered in sweat and he lowered his head, not even daring to look at Quentin.
"Alright, since Miss Quentin has a friend here, I'll take my leave first."
"Then I won't send you off." Quentin waved her hand. "You must deliver the goods according to the agreed time. Remember."
"Of course, of course." The middle-aged man stood up and bowed repeatedly. "Thank you, Miss Quentin. Happy working with you."
"Happy working with you."
The man then left the room as if he was escaping. The moment he closed the door, his long sigh of relief could be heard faintly.
Quentin then looked at the three people who came in with Arisa. Her gaze immediately focused on Isaros who was walking behind them.
"This must be Arisa's sister, Isaros?" She stood up and signaled the waiter beside her to pour drinks for the three of them.
The moment Isaros entered the room, she felt the strong pressure from the other party's blood. This was an instinctive feeling she had developed after fighting with the Blood Breeds and vampires for a long time. She realized that when facing some strong enemies, the opponent's blood and aura would naturally give off a sense of suppression.
And now, this Quentin in front of her was like that. The blood and aura in her body was so strong that it was impossible for humans to reach.
"As expected of an expert from the Holy Fist Palace." She nodded and acknowledged her identity.
Quentin smiled and drank the wine in her cup in one gulp.
"Although I really want to welcome you back immediately, it would be impolite if I don't entertain the other guests who came from afar."
She looked meaningfully at the left side of the room door. There was a wall, as if she could see through the wall and see the situation outside.
Boom!!
Suddenly, the wall was broken through by a black shadow. The black shadow rushed towards Quentin like an arrow, but it did not make any sound of air friction.
"Ambush!" Isaros' eyes turned cold. She grabbed Arisa and Little Vivien's collars with each hand and lifted them lightly to avoid the impact of the black shadow.
Immediately after, a few more black shadows broke through the door and rushed towards the three of them accompanied by the screams of the waiter.
At this moment, Quentin had already tapped the head of the black shadow rushing towards her with one hand. With a bang, the black shadow shattered and turned into black ashes. It was a vampire.
She flipped over and kicked the other black shadows with her slender legs under the cheongsam. Her speed was actually slightly faster than these black shadows.
Following the increase in Garon's strength, her strength had also undergone a qualitative leap. Dealing with these lower-level Blood Breeds and vampires was simply a piece of cake.
"Since you're here, then stay!"
Before the last sentence was said, Quentin's legs lightly tapped the black shadows like lightning.
Boom boom boom!!
With a series of explosions, the black shadows were all sent flying and exploded into black ashes.
However, at this moment, one of the black shadows did not react at all. Instead of retreating, it advanced and made a sharp turn. Its speed suddenly increased and it instantly crashed into Quentin's arms.
With a tearing sound, the smile on Quentin's face froze.
"You are!!??" Before she could shout, her entire body was sent flying backwards. She violently knocked over the table and chairs in the room and pressed against the bulletproof glass wall. Drops of blood dripped down from the black shadow's lower abdomen.
"You …!!" Quentin's face was filled with disbelief. She stared at the black shadow in front of her. In a hurry, she could only avoid being hit in her vitals, but it was inevitable that she was heavily injured.
As Arisa and Vivien exclaimed, the black shadow lifted the hood on its head, revealing a head of gorgeous red hair that reached her shoulders. It was a seductive and beautiful young woman.
"To be able to catch so many small fishes, all my preparations were not in vain." Tu Lan's face revealed a proud smile.
She pretended to go to another state to lure away the Holy Fist Palace's pursuers. In reality, she had already contacted the Secret Party in advance in order to wait for an opportunity to counterattack. And now, she had finally achieved her goal. Not only did she succeed in counterattacking, she had also accidentally caught a few other small fishes.
"It wasn't easy for me to put in so much effort, how could I return empty-handed?" Tu Lan chuckled. She exerted strength in her wrist and suddenly collided with Quentin's right knee. She quickly retreated and landed in the middle of the room.
"Yeah … It wasn't easy for me to come out, how could I return empty-handed?" Suddenly, a faint male voice came from the door behind Tu Lan.
The smile on Tu Lan's face instantly froze. She slowly turned around. She did not know when a handsome blonde young man was standing at the door. The man was as dazzling and perfect as the Sun God. However, one of his eyes was dull while the other was filled with a faint coldness.
"Garon …!"
Boom!
Tu Lan leaned to the side and directly broke through the right wall of the room. She actually chose to escape at the first moment!
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