There were about three places in the O 'Hara Museum that were seriously damaged, one was the main entrance area, one was the banquet location, and the other was the area around the Ancient Tree Museum.
Fortunately, the two equally expensive palace-style buildings were not affected, which could be regarded as the last line of defense tonight.
After Cloba and the guests left the banquet, they hid in the palace and got through the ordeal without any mishap.
After the Luo Ling Brigade was defeated, they hurriedly put away the three treasures and rushed to the museum. For a moment of negligence, they did not put on the human skin mask again. Later, they simply did not wear it and showed their true face.
After that, the O 'Hara Museum began to clean up the mess, and Law and Sa Ling, like other guests, were temporarily arranged in a room in the house.
Law stood in front of the window and put away his mobile phone.
He called Ma Qi, but the call was cut off before he could get through.
"Are you angry?"
Law whispered, through the window, looking at the police lights flashing back and forth in the distant night, he felt that he had done nothing wrong.
Knock, knock.
There was a knock on the door, Law knew who it was and said: "Come in."
The door was opened, Sa Ling came in with a plate and said: "Cloba ordered someone to prepare a midnight snack."
"Leave it."
Law had no appetite and replied casually.
Sa Ling heard the words, put the plate on the table, then looked at Law and asked: "What is your relationship with the Phantom Squadron?"
"In the Phantom Squadron, there are three members who are very close to me." Law raised his hand and pulled the curtains to block the window.
Sa Ling was silent for a moment, then said: "The number of victims has been counted."
Luo Hui turned, looked at Sa Ling and asked: "How many?"
"Including the guests, there are a total of 1364 people." Sa Ling said in a deep tone.
Law was silent when he heard this. This number sounded very harsh, especially the result was produced in half an hour.
"Cloba was very angry. After learning that the other party was the Phantom Squadron, he added 10 billion to the black market reward." Sa Ling paused and continued: "I think you'd better break up with the Phantom Squadron. You and them are not the same kind of people."
"It's not that easy."
Law looked at Sa Ling, whose attitude and tone were extremely serious, and smiled helplessly.
"Looks like your relationship with those three members is really good." Sa Ling sighed and said, "Otherwise, with your character, no one in the Phantom Squadron will be able to escape tonight."
Law did not speak. He glanced at the mobile phone in the palm of his hand and silently put it in his pocket. Suddenly, he raised his hand and materialized the Hand of God book. He turned to the back and pointed to the number for Sa Ling to see.
The number was: 2463.
"Did you see that?" Luo blinked, as if he meant something, as if he was joking.
Sa Ling rolled her eyes at him. She knew what the number on the back of the book meant, and she also knew what the number 6258 on the front of the book meant.
She ignored Luo's self-deprecation and said, "You can do whatever you want with the relationship with the Phantom Squadron. I'm just reminding you. Once the attention of the Phantom Squadron continues to increase, you may be implicated."
"Yes."
Luo put away the book and did not refute, because what Sa Ling said was true.
However, Luo did not take it seriously. With his strength, he was not afraid of the bounty hunters who were eyeing the Phantom Squadron. You know, until six years later, the Phantom Squadron was basically safe and sound.
This showed that the bounty hunters who were eyeing the Phantom Squadron were not very good. Of course, it was also possible that the Phantom Squadron was strong enough. In short, this possibility was not even a trouble in his view.
"How do you know the people of the Phantom Squadron?" Sa Ling asked curiously.
Luo hesitated for a moment and replied: "The people of the Phantom Squadron were born in Meteor Street, and so am I."
The birth information and identity information of citizens from all over the world were recorded in an internationally accessible database. As long as the agency personnel wanted to check, it could be easily retrieved. Only the people of Meteor Street were an exception.
Luo inexplicably came to the world of hunters. His identity information was blank. Even if the place he first came to was not Meteor Street, after understanding the world, he would definitely use Meteor Street as a cover when he needed to explain his origin.
Hearing that Luo was born in Meteor Street, Sa Ling was slightly startled. After she left the Kentia Desert, she frantically absorbed information. She had a partial understanding of Meteor Street and knew where it was.
The two did not speak, and the room fell into a silent atmosphere.
"Rest early."
After a while, Sa Ling did not continue to mention this topic, and left the room.
Law lay down on the bed. He did not touch the supper that Cloba had ordered for him.
At this time, the Black Cat suddenly rushed out, rushed to the table, opened the lid on the plate, and said: "What's wrong? Are you missing your little wife? "
Chi!
A marble-sized Psychic Bullet broke through the air and hit the Black Cat's forehead, but it did not produce any effect.
The Black Cat twisted his body and sneered: "I can't hit you, I can't hit you!"
Seeing this, Luo flicked his finger and another Psychic Bullet came. This time, it was not aimed at the Black Cat, but at the supper on the plate.
The Psychic Bullet hit the supper and broke it into pieces and scattered to the ground.
"You …" The Black Cat looked at the food fragments scattered on the ground and said angrily: "Didn't anyone tell you that it's shameful to waste food?"
"Oh?"
Luo suddenly got up from the bed, walked over, used his ability to collect the food fragments again, like a rice ball, squeezed it into a ball, and then stuffed it into the Black Cat's mouth.
"Thank you for reminding me."
With that, Luo threw the Black Cat in his hand.
The Black Cat lay on the ground, speechless with grief and indignation.
Luo's care was not used on the food, and even the sand was rubbed in.
The Black Cat looked at Luo, who was lying on the bed again, and said: "I say, you should have just joined the exploration team directly. You can do whatever you want without any psychological burden. If you want to kill someone, you can kill someone. If you want to take something, you can take it. Wouldn't that be great?"
"Shut up and get back." Luo said coldly.
"Am I wrong? The value of power should be evaporated like this. "The Black Cat smiled faintly.
"I won't say it again."
Luo looked at the Black Cat, and his aura slowly penetrated.
"Fine, I'll go back."
The Black Cat turned into black smoke and rushed back to the back of Luo's hand.
Without the Black Cat, the room finally quieted down.
Luo used his hands as a pillow, leaned on the back of his head, and looked at the ceiling silently.
"Ding …"
His phone rang.
Luo took out his phone, and it was a call from Machi.
Pressing the answer button, Machi's voice came from the phone. "I understand the process of the matter clearly."
"What do you think?" Luo Hui said.
At the other end of the phone, there was a long silence, and only the sound of the wind could be heard.
"The Swordsmen checked your relationship with the O 'Hara Museum." Machi said in a low voice: "So I don't understand."
Checked the relationship? Of course, the result would be a chance encounter, so you don't understand?
"Machi, do you know what the number 1364 represents?"
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