The man staggered and fell to the ground. His leather jacket and T-shirt were already torn, and the wound on his back was bleeding profusely. The impact of the fall caused the man's face to flash briefly under the illumination of the street lamps. His slightly robust facial features, short hair, and even a nose stud could not hide his gender.
Whether it was her chest or her petite body, everything told Kieran that the unconscious person on the ground was a woman.
But to Kieran, strangers, regardless of gender, would not receive any special treatment.
Kieran admired the gentleman who thought the person was a lady and should be taken care of, but he would never become that kind of person.
Just like a hero.
Heroes were praised by people.
Because heroes always became famous after death.
So, Kieran was alarmed.
He didn't want to die without knowing anything.
More so, the scene before his eyes was too coincidental.
Just now, he saw the body.
A moment later, someone barged in — Kieran's 3S + Intuition clearly told him that the person was a few dozen meters away and was heading straight for him.
Other than the fact that there was something special about this place that made the lady feel safe, what else would make a heavily injured lady come here?
There weren't many answers.
Kieran chose the worst one, which was to find his body.
When he was checking the body, Kieran didn't neglect the surroundings.
But there was nothing special about the body.
Therefore, there was a high chance that the person was here for his body.
Of course, it might not be the person's intention.
It was just a clever arrangement.
Who arranged it?
It should be the killer who killed him.
However, following the speculation, more doubts appeared in Kieran's heart.
"The killer wanted my body to be found?
"Why?"
It doesn't make sense.
Showing off? Being narcissistic? "
Under normal circumstances, after killing someone, the killer would not want the body to be found out out of self-protection.
If the situation allowed it, the killer might choose to destroy the evidence.
Only a small number of people with twisted minds would do the opposite, but it was impossible for these people to do such a 'crude' thing.
They all had their own persistence and pursuits.
He was meticulous in his work.
There was no way he would choose a reckless and useless assistant.
After glancing at the unconscious lady, Kieran looked in the direction of the street. There, a man with a dagger in his hand chased after her without any concealment.
When he saw Kieran, he let out a low growl with a hideous grin.
"As expected, this bitch has an accomplice!"
"I'm telling you, you're dead meat!"
As he spoke, he pounced forward.
Due to his tall stature, this pounce was very ferocious in the eyes of ordinary people, but in Kieran's eyes, it was full of flaws.
Not only did he lack technique, but he also did not display the advantage of his strength.
It was as if they were fighting on the streets.
And why would a Transcendent who could kill 'him' choose such an 'assistant'?
No, no.
Perhaps he was the most suitable candidate.
Reckless and unwise.
What would such a person do after killing the unconscious person at his feet and discovering the corpse that was supposed to be deep in the alley?
He would deal with it carelessly and leave more flaws, allowing the corpse to be discovered more easily.
Kieran's mind was spinning rapidly.
From the pursuer's point of view, Kieran was scared out of his wits.
So, he boldly raised the dagger in his hand, ready to deliver a fatal blow to Kieran.
Naturally, the dagger missed.
Kieran moved to the left and swung his right hand.
Pak!
The crisp sound of a knife-hand strike was heard.
The pursuer's neck was struck and he fell to the ground.
Even though Kieran knew the possibility of getting valuable information from the pursuer was slim, it didn't stop Kieran from trying.
Looking at the two fallen men, Kieran simply bandaged the woman and made sure she wouldn't die from excessive blood loss. After that, Kieran grabbed both of them and vanished into the shadows.
…
99 Smorewill Street.
It was a small building located at the edge of the wealthy district. Compared to the mansions in the center of the district, the building wasn't just old to the point that the bricks on the exterior were peeling off, the courtyard was dirty and messy, even worse than the commoner apartments that bordered the wealthy district.
With the help of the map and road signs on the street, Kieran returned to his place after 15 minutes.
It was just like the shabby exterior.
The interior of the two-story building was also shabby.
The floorboards were squeaky when his boots stepped on them, the handrails of the stairs would shake with a slight push, the loose carpet, the tables and chairs with missing arms and legs, and the sofa with its springs popping out.
The only fortunate thing was that the fridge was filled with food and the medical kit in the bathroom was filled with all kinds of necessary medicine.
After bandaging the injured woman with alcohol and bandages, Kieran took out some instant oatmeal, milk, bread and a few slices of ham from the fridge and went to the microwave.
It wasn't too complicated.
Milk was poured into a bowl of oatmeal, and slices of bread and ham made for the meanest of sandwiches, which had neither cheese nor vegetables.
The simple operation represented extreme speed.
Around 2 minutes later, Kieran returned to the living room with the food.
The injured woman was treated well by Kieran, she was allowed to lie on the sofa.
The reckless pursuer was tossed on the ground by Kieran.
Kieran slowly scooped the oatmeal with the spoon and ate the simple sandwich.
The porridge was soaked in milk, and it was very soft. When Kieran scooped a big mouthful of it into his mouth, the aroma of milk and wheat immediately filled his taste buds. He took a bite of the simple sandwich, and even though it did not have the crispness of the vegetables, the saltiness of the ham was enough to satisfy him.
The most surprising thing was that the bread wasn't baked again.
After the soft bread absorbed the milk in the mouth, it immediately became plump and when one chewed, it had a perfect texture.
After finishing his homemade dinner with an astonishing eating speed, Kieran looked at the two captives.
The reckless pursuer was still unconscious.
Meanwhile, the breathing of the injured woman became slightly rapid.
In the end, the man opened his eyes and pushed himself up to look at Kieran who was sitting on the chair.
"Did you save her?
"I will repay you."
If you can help me one more time, I'll repay you handsomely! "
After the woman asked the obvious, she started to tempt Kieran. She tried her best to puff out her rather large chest but other than aggravating the pain from her wounds, it didn't do anything else.
When she saw Kieran's calm and slightly cold eyes, she laid back on the sofa in embarrassment.
But she didn't give up.
"I don't have money for now.
But soon, I will have a huge sum of money. If you help me, half of it will be yours … "
"One question."
"Why are you going?"
"That alleyway."
The man wanted to continue but before he could finish, he was interrupted by Kieran.
"This is a personal matter!"
The woman emphasized.
However, Kieran wouldn't buy it.
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