Harkend's blasted body flew everywhere.
The strange power inside quickly dissipated.
Kieran slightly frowned.
He didn't just clearly feel a strange energy that didn't belong to Harkend, he even 'saw' two people through the energy.
One was covered in slime.
The other was in black armor.
Other than the two of them, there was also a giant snake.
Even their conversation faintly entered Kieran's ears.
Printon?
The black tower?
Kieran couldn't help but squint his eyes as he recalled what he saw.
Kieran had always been vigilant against Printon.
This time, he unintentionally 'saw' Printon, so he knew what he had to do.
Pak!
Kieran snapped his fingers and Bloody Mary walked out from the shadows.
“Boss。”
Bloody Mary bowed.
"I need you to go to Printon.
Help me get back what belongs to me. "
Kieran said.
It wasn't a lie, the man covered in slime was dead without a doubt. Kieran's spoils of war were on the man's body.
At the last glance, Kieran was very sure of it.
"Understood, boss."
Bloody Mary knew what its boss was trying to do, so it nodded and vanished on the spot.
Cymilaide, on the other hand, still had his hands up in the air, his eyes looking forward as if he didn't see or hear anything.
Deep in his heart, Cymilaide was beating like a drum.
Printon!
Going to Printon to get back what belonged to him? So, the Glutton Emperor is related to Printon?
If it's that godforsaken place …
Gasp!
Could it be …
Guesses after guesses popped up in Cymilaide's mind uncontrollably.
Of course, when Kieran's gaze landed on him, the investigator from the Union House of Commons immediately showed a humble smile.
"Greetings, Hon. 2567.
"I'm Investigator Cymilaide."
"I'm here because of the unusual situation in Alkender City, but after I arrived, I realized it was all a misunderstanding.
"With your presence, this place will definitely prosper."
Cymilaide stood in front of the broken wall after the explosion and stepped on the ground full of bullet shells. He was spouting nonsense in a serious and serious manner.
As for how to do it so naturally?
It was very simple, as long as he believed what he said.
They might not be used to it at first.
But after a few times, practice makes perfect.
Plus, there's another benefit to doing this: you live longer.
As the frontline investigator, he was the most special one.
Because he had been unscathed for three years in a row.
Cymilaide was confident that he could keep this record until he retired.
It was impossible for him to be reckless, and he didn't know how to do anything else. He could only follow his heart until he grew old.
From the bottom of his heart …
That's great!
"Sir, I need to ask you some questions later."
"Don't worry, it's just a small matter …"
Cymilaide was still talking, but Kieran's eyes were already looking further away.
Cymilaide immediately followed Kieran's gaze.
Drexton!
When he saw the tall, straight body and the face in his memory, Cymilaide confirmed the person's identity.
Cymilaide had never seen Drexton before.
But he had seen Drexton's picture before.
Compared to Kieran who suddenly rose to prominence, the Union's information on Drexton was a lot more detailed.
Powerful!
It was a phrase that was mentioned repeatedly in the information.
As long as Drexton was standing on the ground, he had the strength to fight ten thousand alone.
Cymilaide's smile grew even more humble when he thought about the video of Drexton tossing the tank around like a toy.
He couldn't afford to offend the Glutton Emperor.
He couldn't afford to offend the Fist of Justice either.
When both of them stood side by side, Cymilaide couldn't afford to offend either.
Drexton jumped up and landed in front of Kieran.
The tremendous impact caused cracks to appear on the asphalt road. Both of Drexton's feet sank into the pavement but he didn't feel any pain or sluggishness.
"Are you alright, 2567?"
Drexton walked in the same way he usually did and walked up to Kieran, his face filled with nervousness.
"Better than I thought."
Kieran said with a smile.
Kieran was always kind to friendly acquaintances.
When he saw Kieran's smile, Drexton finally heaved a breath of relief.
After getting the news from Willis, Drexton was really anxious.
He didn't want anything to happen to Kieran.
Whether it was from his personal point of view or Alkender City's point of view.
From his personal point of view, he and Kieran were best friends, so he didn't want anything to happen to him.
From the city's point of view, Kieran had become a symbol of the city like himself, a sturdy rock against evil.
From a certain aspect, both of them were indispensable.
A city protected by a powerful superhero or a city protected by two powerful superheroes, which was more comforting?
The latter without a doubt!
Although Alkender City was originally protected by two powerful superheroes, Wine Barrel wouldn't care about anything other than eating and drinking in Alkender Charity Hospital, unless someone recklessly attacked Alkender Charity Hospital.
Now, most of the people knew about the news.
Therefore, those supervillains that came to Alkender City were smart enough to not attack Alkender Charity Hospital.
It was undoubtedly a headache for Drexton.
However, what troubled him more was trying to persuade Wine Barrel.
It was useless!
The only fortunate thing was that Kieran appeared at that moment.
Moreover, he replaced Wine Barrel in an unexpected way.
Drexton was overjoyed by the unexpected turn of events.
If he wasn't worried about the lack of funds, he would have gathered everyone for a grand, open buffet celebration.
Drexton heaved a breath of relief and turned to Cymilaide.
"Hello, Sir Drexton.
I'm Cymilaide.
It's an honor to meet you. "
Cymilaide bowed as he spoke.
"Cymilaide?"
Drexton's face turned weird when he heard the name.
Drexton, who was quite close to the mayor, had heard of the name before. The mayor mentioned the name more than once.
'The shame of the senate!'
It was hard not to have a deep impression of the name.
Cymilaide wasn't just afraid of death, he was also a lazy glutton. If it wasn't for the fact that he didn't commit any mistakes of principle, he would have been thrown into prison.
Despite that, Cymilaide was hated by everyone in the senate.
After all, when you traveled with a piece of trash, most people would treat you as trash as well and who would want to be trash?
"You are alone?"
Drexton asked right away since he knew who Cymilaide was.
"I'm here as the deputy.
"But my colleague … he died a horrible death in the hands of the Broken Fire Council."
I'll report this to the lords of the senate. "
Cymilaide said seriously.
Although he saw Bloody Mary and his colleague, he pretended like he didn't see anything. He even replaced the memories in his mind with Bloody Mary's.
It was the Broken Fire Council that killed his colleague.
Even though he hated that arrogant colleague who disregarded human life, he hated his colleague.
But his memories wouldn't lie, right?
"Broken Fire Council?!"
Drexton frowned when he heard the name of the organization.
It seemed like he knew about the organization.
Because he knew about it, he understood how troublesome it was.
An organization that claimed to be passed down from the papal era. Although he didn't know if it was real or not, it had been proven more than once that there was a demon in it.
As for his friend?
Drexton unconsciously thought of the fact that his friend had a part of the devil's bloodline in him.
The devil and devil were both considered evil by the people. Ever since the Sulfur River began to flow, they had been fighting each other endlessly.
Blood feud!
Mortal enemies!
Endless feud!
Both of them and their … blood descendants.
"Leave it to me, 2567!
The Broken Fire Council is powerful but … "
"I'll deal with it myself.
"You can help me once, but you won't help me this time."
Besides, you love Alkender City.
Do you want to drag the whole city down with you? "
Kieran said as he pointed at the surroundings.
At this moment, the outskirts were already in a mess.
If the main battlefield was the city center, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Drexton instantly understood what Kieran meant.
But he didn't give up.
"I'll help you in other ways!"
Drexton said.
Cymilaide, on the other hand, suddenly covered his forehead.
He didn't know what the Broken Fire Council was!
He didn't know!
That's right, he didn't know!
Besides, he didn't hear what Kieran said just now.
Cymilaide started to mumble to himself.
"What's going on?
Why am I having a ringing in my ears?
Why can't I hear anything? "
Kieran didn't even bat an eye at Cymilaide who was mumbling to himself and walked forward. The Freezer stopped the car and Bloodman opened the door.
Both of them had completed their respective battles. Although they were slightly injured, it didn't affect their movements.
This was especially true for the Bloodman!
Because of his special abilities, he didn't look like he was injured at all.
After he saw Kieran get into the car, Bloodman carefully closed the door.
Then, Bloodman straightened his body.
First, he grinned at Cymilaide. His ferocious look and smile made Cymilaide's body tremble.
Bloodman then raised his right hand and pointed at the surroundings.
He knew there were more than one pair of eyes looking at him from the shadows.
But it was what he needed.
His right hand retracted his index finger and gave a thumbs up. His straightened arm was bent back and his thumb grazed his neck.
A throat-cutting ritual!
Everyone who was paying attention to this scene saw this throat-slitting ceremony.
Anger!
Unwillingness!
Humiliation rose up in their hearts!
But they didn't move!
Because …
They didn't dare!
Bodies that had yet to cool down were scattered around the scene.
Nothing was more shocking than the fading of life.
More so, it wasn't just a single life!
These lives weren't unfamiliar to the crowd either!
The crowd watched the car drive away until it was out of sight. Only then did they leave their hiding spots.
Drexton looked around and smiled in disdain.
Those who only dared to take advantage of the situation and didn't even have the guts to risk their lives didn't even qualify to be his enemy!
Cymilaide, on the other hand, was crying.
"Sir Drexton, did Hon. 2567 misunderstand me?"
Cymilaide asked.
"Misunderstand?"
Drexton looked at Cymilaide in confusion.
"Otherwise, why would his men smile at me like that?
"I can feel waves of killing intent. Even my back feels cold."
Cymilaide looked like he still had lingering fear in his heart.
"Odork is like that during normal times.
Although his face is a little fierce, he's a good man. "
Drexton explained.
"A good man?"
Cymilaide was stunned, looking at Drexton blankly.
If it wasn't for his fear, he really wanted to grab the Fist of Justice's collar and ask him if he had some misunderstanding about the word 'good'.
That overflowing killing intent and ferocious aura was a good man?
What a joke!
If that kind of person was considered a good man, Cymilaide would be a warrior!
Of course, the criticism in his heart didn't affect Cymilaide's approval on the surface.
"That's right.
There are a lot of people nowadays who look fierce but are actually very gentle inside. "
Cymilaide nodded repeatedly. With his own little calculations in his heart, Cymilaide bade farewell. "It's an honor to meet you again, Sir Drexton, but I'm sorry, I still have some personal matters to attend to, so …"
"Go ahead!"
Drexton raised his hand.
He didn't want to keep Cymilaide any longer.
It wasn't just because of the rumors about Cymilaide, it was also because Drexton had important matters to attend to.
"Willis? Willis?
Can you hear me? "
Drexton asked out of thin air.
A moment later, Willis' voice sounded in Drexton's ears.
"I can hear you, I've seen everything, the cleaning company will be here soon."
After getting the answer from the 'eyes', Drexton nodded and left the outskirts.
He had promised his friend that he would provide support in other ways.
He had to keep his promise.
After Drexton left, a red figure flashed across the sky and disappeared. Under the cover of the sun, no one saw it.
Sitting in the car, Kieran shared his vision with Fire Raven and curled his lips into a cold smile.
No matter how weak the enemy was, it was still an enemy.
Spare the enemy?
Sorry, not possible.
Kieran didn't care about them for now because he wanted to see if there were more enemies behind them that he needed to pay attention to.
It would take some time.
In the meantime, Kieran didn't want to waste any more time.
He took in a deep breath.
Dong, Dong Dong!
Kieran felt the beating in his chest getting stronger and stronger. Each beat was like a war drum, [Fusion Heart].
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