"It's impossible to run away!"
In the room, the rough and muddy voice sounded, carrying a deep sense of sarcasm.
Mofan turned around and saw the tattooed man standing in the courtyard. The man with the black headscarf and the golden-haired brothers were standing behind him.
The four of them had an evil aura when they stood in the courtyard. It was obvious that they had no intention of staying in the courtyard.
"How righteous of you, let me do the math … it's at least a kilometer or two from Safeway Street. Did you crawl all the way here while covering your wound? Is it because you're too impressive, or did I go too easy on you?" the man with the black headscarf said.
"Run, they … they are from the Guild of the Wicked!" Harper said with all his might.
Mofan glanced at Harper, who was covered in blood, and the four men with evil expressions. He had a rough idea of what had happened.
"You idiot, you should have treated your wounds first. Why are you here? So what if they are from the Guild of the Wicked? I already told you that we are very strong Mages. Not many people in this world are a match for us!" Zhao Manyan squatted down and yelled angrily.
The blood was still flowing out. Harper's eyes were struggling to move.
Finally, when his eyes reached their limit, he fell to the ground with the help of the three men, as if his body had lost its support.
"Do it more cleanly next time. You almost let him live, idiot." The tattooed man scolded.
"Got it, what should we do with these three?" the man with the black headscarf asked.
The tattooed man took a few steps forward. He stared at Mo Fan and said with the same smile as before, "The salad you made is quite delicious. For that reason, I'll choose a more comfortable way for you to die. For example, the three of you can go on a night trip and accidentally drown in the cold waves. "
"Trust me, it's definitely the wisest choice. We are in this line of work, and we know the difference between different ways of dying!" the man with the black headscarf said.
Mofan didn't even look at them. His gaze was fixed on Harper.
A dagger was stuck in Harper's chest. It looked clumsy, but it was enough to make him bleed non-stop. The person who had done it was obviously the guy with the black headband.
What a pity. If he had come back a little earlier, he would have been able to overhear their conversation at the pavilion. He would have known that they were going to kill Harper tonight. That would have saved Harper's life.
Everything was very unpredictable, but what Mofan didn't expect was that Harper had crawled all the way back here so that the three of them wouldn't be silenced as well.
Knowing that he was going to die, knowing that the place he had to crawl to was where the murderer was, he could imagine how difficult it was for him to crawl.
"You can run away yourself, really," Mofan said to Harper, who had already lost all signs of life.
It was such a pity. If Harper knew how strong they were, or if he believed they were really here to kill the Giants, or that they were the strongest Mages in the world, he wouldn't have had to go through so much torture.
The clumsy stab was actually fatal. A normal person could only lie on the ground and bleed to death, but Harper had a strong desire to live. If he had crawled toward the city, he would have had a chance to be saved.
Yet, he had chosen to crawl all the way to a deserted path. The three of them had only met Harper by chance. They never thought he was a good person. He didn't die immediately after being stabbed in the chest. Why couldn't he just focus on saving himself?
"If only he could hold on for a little longer. He might not be able to survive, but at least he would know the three of us will be fine," Mubai said in a deep voice.
Harper had risked everything, including his life, just so the three of them could escape. However, before he died, he saw the four members of the Guild of the Wicked coming out. He assumed Mofan, Zhao Manyan, and Mubai would end up like him. He would be able to rest in peace if he could hold on for a little longer.
"Hurry up and choose. Don't waste our precious time," the tattooed man said.
"I have two things to tell you," Mofan rose to his feet and turned to the tattooed man.
"I'm interested," the tattooed man said.
"You ate three plates of fruit salad. The dressing was made with maggots from the stables. It must taste very unique. I've told you the recipe, but unfortunately, you won't have the chance to taste it again," Mofan told the tattooed man.
The tattooed man's smile froze. He turned around and looked at the stables not far away. There were indeed a few white maggots crawling on the soil and feces outside the stables. The tattooed man's face began to twitch.
"It looks like you won't have the chance to choose how you want to die. Tell me the second thing," the tattooed man said.
"The second thing is, I'll let you choose how you want to die. I'm too lazy to ask you why you want to kill Harper. I just want to watch you die," Mofan told the tattooed man.
The tattooed man would only burst out laughing if Mo Fan's strength was superior to his opponent's. If Mo Fan had not mentioned the first thing, the tattooed man would have burst out laughing.
A few Asians working in a hotel dared to say something like that. Did they seriously think there were Advanced Mages and Super Mages everywhere in this world?
"Kid, do you know who we are?" the tattooed man asked.
"The Guild of the Wicked," Mofan said.
"We are the Black Ornaments of the Guild of the Wicked. We're not on the same level as those random pirates, bandits, and human traffickers. I know you have the aura of magic. You can't be called a Mage just because you've learned a few Basic Spells to start a fire, water the plants, and build walls. Real magic …" the tattooed man said. Something suddenly exploded beside him as he was speaking.
"Bang!"
The tattooed man was still in the middle of his sentence when he was smeared with thick sauce like a salad. However, it was red in color.
The stench of blood was so strong that it was nauseating. The tattooed man turned around in disbelief!
The underling with the black bandana, the one who was standing beside him just a moment ago, had exploded!
His ribs were broken, his arms were shattered, and his head was smashed into pieces … only his legs were intact, but they were still covered in blood!
Was he dead?
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