Han Jin lifted the magic staff with the tip of his foot, while Hogan bent over, his eyes flickering. He was afraid of death, so he chose to surrender, but that didn't mean he didn't have the strength to fight back. Before he was killed, he could at least give the order to the gargoyles to destroy everything!
The mercenaries gradually quieted down. Dwightsteel, Juventus, and the others all stared at Han Jin, their expressions somewhat nervous. Offending the emissary of Cold Shadow City would definitely lead to bad consequences, but the army of Cold Shadow City was too far away to pose a threat to them for the time being. The gargoyles in the sky were right in front of them, and that was the most important thing. Of course, the gargoyles alone wouldn't be able to change the situation in Isolated Cliff City, but casualties were inevitable.
At this moment, a sudden and anxious voice rang out, "Sir! Sir!! They've caught Sassoux, hurry up and go! "
Chipango had just arrived! He had followed Han Jin and Gibran's orders and had been secretly following Cromwell. Later, he saw Cromwell find a few helpers and break into a house. Not long after, he saw Sassoux and the girl approaching, and only then did he realize something was wrong. When Sassoux was subdued, he rushed back as fast as he could.
Although Chipango wanted to make a contribution and leave a good impression on Han Jin, he was also someone who knew the severity of the situation. There were some things that could be taken risks. If you won, you'd win everyone's respect, and if you lost, you'd just die. However, there were some things that needed to be taken seriously. If something happened to Sassoux, the responsibility wasn't something he could bear!
However, there were mercenaries everywhere around the arena, and Chipango couldn't squeeze in no matter how hard he tried. He couldn't even get close to Gibran and the others, let alone the platform or Han Jin. In the end, he could only use his last resort, which was to use his voice to attract Han Jin's attention.
"What?" Han Jin was stunned.
"My Lord, Cromwell and his gang have caught Sassoux!" Chipango couldn't care less now. He shouted as he squeezed forward.
A strange thing happened. Just now, he was desperately trying to squeeze forward. He even wanted to take out his dagger and stab someone, but the few brothers in front of him didn't move at all. Now that he shouted a few times, there was a commotion in the crowd. They actually automatically opened up a narrow path. There were even people helping him to maintain order. "Move, move!"
Han Jin had now become the center of attention. His every move would attract countless people's attention. Those who could talk to Han Jin were naturally his friends or subordinates. People's attitude towards him had changed a lot.
Han Jin took a deep breath and looked at Hogan. "You are very lucky," he said faintly.
Hogan appeared to be even more humble, and his back bent even lower.
"From today onwards, you're going to live with another identity. Are you ready?"
"I understand, my Lord … No, Master."
Han Jin sneered. He didn't believe in Hogan's loyalty, but he really didn't have time to do anything. Saving Sassoux was the most important thing.
"Then do you know what you should do now?"
Hogan smiled flatteringly. He only dared to raise his head when he saw that Han Jin really needed him. With a wave of magic, the circling gargoyles spread their wings and flew away from the arena.
"Lord Juventus, Lord Dwightsteel, and Winston, I'll need you guys to deal with things here." Han Jin's figure flashed, leaving Hogan behind and appearing at the edge of the platform.
"Raphael, do you need help?" Winston hurriedly asked.
"No need. Gibran and I are enough."
"Lord Raphael, I'll go with you." Juventus' face was a bit stiff. The joy from before had long disappeared. In fact, he was just as angry as Han Jin! The situation around them was getting more and more turbulent. The infiltration of Lord Forsa in Fatto City, the warning of Grand Duke Solomon in the Capital of Elements, and the emergence of Cold Shadow City all made people feel uneasy. No one could guarantee that Isolated Cliff City could continue to maintain its neutral and detached status in the future.
The upper echelons of the Chamber of Commerce and the Mercenary Association had been thinking about the direction of the city. Under such circumstances, a powerful dragon slayer had appeared among the mercenaries. How gratifying was this?! If they had known this would happen, they would have directly expelled Lord Forsa's messenger from the city!
Juventus' mission was to mend the rift between the two sides. The Chamber of Commerce and the Mercenary Association had been highly consistent in this matter, and had also promised Juventus that they would do their best to satisfy all his needs. Unfortunately, Han Jin had been avoiding visitors ever since he returned to the city. Including today, Juventus and Han Jin had only met a total of three times. He couldn't be too enthusiastic, or it would have the opposite effect. Bringing gifts to visit, or sending money and beauties, these methods were too childish. What the upper echelons needed was to establish a true friendship with a powerful dragon slayer. In other words, they needed Han Jin to develop feelings for the city, not some hypocritical game!
After a few contacts, Juventus became more and more confident in his mission. Although he had great strength at a young age, Han Jin's attitude was very gentle, without the slightest bit of arrogance. It was the easiest to interact with such a person. There was no need to scheme or think too much. As long as there was enough sincerity, it was enough. Not to mention the meaning behind it, Juventus also liked to interact with such a young man.
Now that he heard that Cromwell had captured Han Jin's people, it was no less than a blow to his head. Perhaps, all his previous efforts would be in vain. Thinking of this, Juventus gritted his teeth in anger.
* * *
A commotion came from the street. The mercenary was startled. He carefully opened the courtyard door and poked his head out to see a row of figures rushing over from the distance. He couldn't help but be shocked. He closed the courtyard door behind him and rushed to the hall.
His hand had just touched the door when he suddenly felt a cold wind behind him. He turned around suspiciously, but there was nothing.
In the hall, Dauncy kept laughing lewdly as he tore at the girl's clothes bit by bit. Sassoux felt a wave of sorrow in his heart. It was clear that it wasn't the girl who had implicated him, but he who had implicated her. Cromwell wanted to know Qi Li's whereabouts. Even if today's incident hadn't happened, Cromwell would still come looking for them.
"Alright, I'll tell you!" Sassoux had already made up his mind.
"Oh?" Cromwell's face lit up with joy. He had been running around for over a year for this mission, and today, he could finally get a result.
Just then, the door to the hall was pushed open, and a mercenary hurriedly ran in. "Sir, there are many mercenaries rushing over here!"
"What? Are you sure they're coming for us? "Cromwell's brain spun rapidly, but he couldn't figure out what had gone wrong.
"This … I don't know. Anyway, those mercenaries are running along the street toward us."
"Bastard! Come back and tell me when you understand! "
The mercenary didn't dare to make a sound. He looked at his companions, who were all surrounding the girl, touching and poking her for fun. He couldn't help but feel dejected, and walked out with his head lowered.
The mercenary came to the courtyard gate again, wanting to quietly open the gate to observe the situation outside. Who would have thought that as soon as he opened the gate a crack, he would see an extremely beautiful girl standing more than 20 meters away, holding a frighteningly large magic staff in her hand. Then, a dazzling white light shot straight at his face.
"No …" The mercenary could only utter one word before he and the door were shattered by the powerful lightning.
Yalina swung the magic staff in her hand, and another lightning ball shot out, hitting the door of the hall.
The people in the hall reacted quickly. A thief hurriedly reached out to grab Sassoux, but suddenly saw a flash of white light. His hand left his upper arm without warning and fell down. His bleeding arm hit Sassoux, but he couldn't make any threatening movements.
The thief let out a scream, and the dagger in his right hand stabbed to the side with all his strength. With a clang, the two daggers collided, bursting into countless dazzling sparks.
Gibran's figure was completely revealed. His dagger pressed and flicked briskly, slashing toward the thief's finger at a speed faster than lightning.
As the saying went, the shorter the distance, the more dangerous the fight. The battle between thieves had always been extremely dangerous. Gibran used his dagger to slash the thief's finger, and the thief could also attack him in the same way.
Sure enough, the thief was desperate and didn't retreat at all. The dagger in his hand went straight for Gibran's wrist.
Unfortunately, Gibran attacked first, and his movements were a little faster than the thief's, but this little bit was enough!
Blood splattered, and the thief's four fingers that were holding the dagger were cut off neatly, and a blood groove appeared on Gibran's wrist.
Léger's figure appeared behind another thief, and he waved his dagger toward the back of the thief's neck. The thief immediately reacted. His body dodged to the side, and his dagger stabbed behind him. At the same time, blood spurted out from his neck, and a blood line appeared behind him. Both the attacker and the attacker were injured.
"You're courting death!" The thief let out an angry roar and pounced toward Léger, but he was just bluffing. He turned around and rushed in the opposite direction at an even faster speed. He was very rational. In the case of a sudden attack, the most important thing to do was to control the hostage, not defeat the opponent.
However, he never thought that his companion would be defeated so quickly. The outcome was decided in almost an instant!
Gibran took a step forward and blocked Sassoux. The dagger in his hand drew an afterimage in the air and stabbed toward the thief's chest.
The thief had no choice but to use all his strength to meet Gibran's attack. With a crisp sound, the two daggers collided. The thief didn't have time to change his move when he suddenly felt a pain in his back. Léger had already closed in and stabbed his dagger deep into the thief's back.
The thief's eyes widened. Gibran's lips curled into a contemptuous smile. With a flash of his dagger, the thief's throat was cut open.
The mercenaries around the round table reacted slower, but they still managed to react. They all reached out to grab the girl. As for Dauncy, he was a meaningless existence. He was still foolishly unbuttoning his pants.
At that moment, a hand reached out from the ground and slapped the bottom of the table. The round table instantly disintegrated, and the girl and the table flew into the air and hit the ceiling. The mercenaries didn't manage to grab anything, and their hands froze in place. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please go to www.qidian.com, there are more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)
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