<strong>Chapter 1361: Chapter 1361: Enemies on a Narrow Path</strong>
Pain!
Heart-wrenching, suffocating agony!
ke Algernony on the ground, quietly looking up at the sky.
The night was just beginning to fall, and stars were starting to twinkle overhead.
The air still carried the scent of gunpowder from Rat Town.
It had been a full two hours since he nearly had an arrow pierce his heart.
ke Algernon did not die.
The arrow had missed his heart by just half a centimeter.
That meant, had ke Algernon dodged even slightly off, he would be a corpse by now.
Fortunately, his life was spared.
He was a general, as well as a Grandmaster-level expert.
In the City Lord’s Mansion, there were no idlers.
Although he had lost some blood and broken a bone.
ke Algernon managed to stem the bleeding, thenid there ying dead for two hours.
Only when he was certain no one was around did he dare to open his eyes.
Having narrowly escaped death, he cherished his life all the more.
ke Algernon turned his head and saw corpses everywhere.
Two hours ago, these were hispanions.
His driver, his assistant.
Everyone was chatting in the car, analyzing the situation.
Nobody could have imagined that this would turn into a journey of death.
Seeing his assistant’s forehead punctured and face bloodied, ke Algernon clenched his fists tightly!
In his palm, he grasped a handful of soil!
If this vengeance wasn’t exacted, he would not consider himself a man!
He struggled to his feet, but his chest…
“Hiss!”
ke Algernon inhaled sharply, feeling the world spin around him.
Excessive blood loss had nearly caused him to faint.
But a Grandmaster,pared to an ordinary Martial Artist, is significantly different.
ke Algernon steadied his body and walked towards a sedan with difficulty.
The front windshield was shattered, and there was still a corpse seated there.
This driver was from the City Lord’s Mansion, trying to help ke Algernon escape but was pierced by an arrow.
“Old pal, I will definitely avenge you!” ke Algernon stretched out his hand to close the driver’s eyes.
The blood had already dried, sticking to his full hand.
Thump!
With all his strength, ke Algernon finally pulled the driver from the seat and then pushed him onto the ground.
He himself shakily took the driver’s ce.
“Xander Cook.”
He gave a bitter smile, a fierce look shing in his eyes: “Wait for me.”
The sedan drove through the darkness, speeding towards Swimming City.
…
“Have you found him?”
“No trace at all!”
“Keep looking! The boss has orders, if we can’t find him, we’re all dead!”
Under the pitch-ck night, a team of people quietly infiltrated Rat Town.
These people were of strange and peculiar shapes.
The Limping Man was called ‘Quick Runner,’ the skinny one was called ‘Fatty,’ the deaf man who couldn’t hear was called ‘Wind Ear,’ and there was a man with a face full of whiskers named ‘Rodney.’
They came from the most brutal force in Swimming City, the Undefeated Holy Temple.
Their leader proimed himself the ‘Unbeatable War God.’
The Undefeated Holy Temple rose to power a few years ago, recruiting all kinds of strange and peculiar people under the heavens.
Their whereabouts were unpredictable, sometimes active, sometimes vanishing.
Even the Seventh Route on the outskirts of Swimming City could not track these people down.
The members of the Unbeatable Divine Hall did not steal or rob, but they did murder and set fires.
They did not need a reason to kill; it could be just because they disliked the look of someone.
The Seventh Route on the outskirts of Swimming City once sent people to hunt them down, but given that Swimming City was bordered by mountains and the members of the Unbeatable Divine Hall were experts at stealth,
The hunt ended with heavy casualties and ultimately was called off.
Latterly, rumors surfaced that the people of the Unbeatable Divine Hall were linked to the City Lord.
Over time, the lower-ranked people started turning a blind eye to the Unbeatable Divine Hall.
“Did you not all hear the words spoken by the one on the brink of death? He saw the man right in Rat Town! And since it’s already dark, that man and woman should have decided to stay here,” said the bearded man as he picked his nose discontentedly.
“I… I mean… we should… we…”
“Debater, don’t talk,” a skinny man interrupted someone who was stuttering, impatiently saying, “By the time you finish, it’ll be daylight! Let’s hurry to the Rat Town hotel and inquire about the whereabouts of these two people.”
Fatty bent down, and Limping Man immediately climbed on.
“Rodney, I’ll go into the town with Fatty first. Of the people who saw that man and woman with Granny, only I am still alive,” Limping Man said, then shouted loudly, “Fatty, let’s go, charge!”
“Hold on tight, little brother!” Fatty took a deep breath and ran towards Rat Town at the speed of a hundred-meter sprint.
Rat Town’s streets weren’t like those in Cow Town; the roads here were crisscrossed.
From above, it looked like a collection of small squares.
Straight and orderly.
On any other day, this ce would be bustling.
Neon lights and lively nightlife.
But since Seventh Route was driven away and Ninth Route came in, the merchants and citizens of Rat Town dared not venture out, all hiding inside.
Nichs Pendleton also issued repeated orders not to disturb the civilians, leading teams on patrols through the streets.
Among those with him were Julius Reed and Lillian Tompson.
Neither of them was wearing a straw raincoat or a sackcloth garment.
Julius Reed was dressed in a King of the South robe from The North Sea, and Lillian Tompson had changed into a one-piece dress.
Of course.
Nichs Pendleton didn’t recognize what a robe from The North Sea King of the South looked like.
But he knew one thing, the eight-limbed golden serpent on the clothing certainly signified someone of high rank and authority.
With Julius Reed iming to be a General from The North Sea, Nichs Pendleton had no doubts.
“General Grove, in your opinion, when will the City Lord punish Xander Cook?” he asked aloud.
There weren’t many people on the streets of Rat Town, just ten-person patrol units.
The three of them strolled leisurely down the streets, which was a form of exercise in itself.
“Tomorrow.”
Julius Reed pointed upwards: “It’s getting dark.”
“Understood!”
Nichs Pendleton nodded, but then suddenly his eyebrows twitched.
Less than five hundred meters ahead of him, two people were running like madmen.
“Watch out!” he squinted and reached for his waist.
“No problem,” Julius Reed held down Nichs Pendleton’s wrist and shook his head.
The neers, not a threat.
“Quick! Fatty, I can sense the dao qi,” Limping Man called out from Skinny’s back, shouting continuously.
“Don’t be ridiculous, the streets are empty; you might actually be sensing ghosts instead!” Skinny retorted, gasping for breath, his clothes soaked with sweat.
“Hey, Speedster, did you just pee on me?”
Skinny’s brow furrowed, sensing that something was off.
“Heh heh, it was an emergency, and since you’re drenched in sweat, I thought you wouldn’t notice,” Limping Man responded with an embarrassedugh but suddenly tensed up.
“Quick…” His voice trembled slightly.
“Okay!”
Skinny sped up his steps.
“Quick…” Limping Man seemed somewhat frightened.
“Dammit, I’m exhausted!” Skinny gritted his teeth, quickening his pace yet again!
This was the limit!
“Stop!” Finally, Limping Man got his sentence out.
“Damn it!” Skinny stopped, struggling even to breathe.
At the same time, he felt a gaze upon him.
Skinny looked up.
He saw three faces.
“A man and a woman?”
“It’s them!” Limping Man’s body shivered slightly.
Damn it, the boss’s orders were to find out their whereabouts and report back!
Others were surely responsible for hijacking the antidote to save Granny!
But now things had turned sour.
They had met that afternoon; he could only gamble they didn’t remember him.
“What a coincidence, Speedster.” But then, the veryst voice Limping Man wanted to hear echoed into his ears.