Swoosh!
Pfft!
A crossbow arrow hit the laughing pursuer squarely, piercing through the throat and erging from the back of the neck, accompanied by a spray of blood mist.
"Urgh, urgh!"
Though the pursuer's smile remained, the light in his eyes dimd entirely, his throat unable to form coherent words.
Soon after, he fell to the ground, lifeless.
And there wasn't just one crossbow arrow.
Swoosh, swoosh swoosh!
Four or five more arrows were shot.
Two or three pursuers fell to the ground.
As for the arrows that missed, they embedded themselves in the wooden stakes next to Pistri Hamlet—
Chop!
Buzz!
The arrows trembled with a buzzing sound, and Pistri froze briefly before continuing to crawl.
The arrows continued.
Pistri had no idea where the arrows were coming from.
He only knew that if he wanted to live, he needed to leave quickly.
Soon, the scent of the sea intensified.
At the end of the passage, the 'door' was opened.
A woman stood there, holding a crossbow.
This woman was thin, with rough and dark skin, looking like a farm woman tired out by hard labor, yet the crossbow in her hand made her appearance appear bizarre.
"Co here!"
She commanded.
Looking at the crossbow in her hand, Pistri obediently walked over.
She scrutinized Pistri, her eyes full of assessnt.
Then ca thick confusion.
"I am Del's Boss."
Del, Pistri's first civilian friend, had just died at the wedding.
Thinking of this friend, Pistri's eyes and face showed complexity.
"Tut, isn't it strange why he betrayed you, and yet, stopped those pursuers—didn't Tita just tell you, Kaka was caught.
No!
To be precise, Kaka was captured by and given to that Mr. Baluo."
The woman sneered.
Anger flashed in Pistri's pale golden eyes, his fists clenched tightly.
"What?
Want to hit ?
Or kill ?"
The woman sneered even more intensely, with a smile like a wolf on a winter night, staring at him, opening its mouth, exhaling.
"Why?"
Pistri asked.
His voice trembled slightly.
The young lion was bewildered, wondering why soone as Del's Boss would do such a thing.
But just as these words were spoken, the woman raised the crossbow, pointing the arrow straight at Pistri, and then pressed it against his throat.
The cold touch made the young lion's brain go blank instantly, his whole body's muscles tense, his hands trembling involuntarily.
This appearance made the woman burst into laughter.
"Hahaha!
This?
This?"
Her murmuring continued, like questions yet also like self-talk, her following words landed rapidly like cannonballs, leaving Pistri stunned—
"I am Del's Boss, and Del is my most outstanding subordinate, Tita and the monkey who just died are the sa.
They were all picked up by , surviving pathetically in the Docklands, doing shady things, until one day Del suddenly told he found a fat sheep.
One that just by looking at, you'd know is oozing oil.
He decided to test the other party well, and if there was no danger, he'd tie up this fat sheep.
The plan was smooth.
The fat sheep had no defenses.
Or rather didn't know what defense ant.
Del didn't even need to use his real skills, and within a week, he got the fat sheep.
However, it was at this mont that Del hesitated.
Do you know what Del said to when he ca back?"
The woman glared at Pistri, aggressively questioning.
And as Pistri ca to his senses, the golden hue in his eyes bore a gaze more terrifying than that of the woman opposite, as fierce as a beast, ready to devour people.
"What did he say?"
Pistri grit his teeth and asked.
"He said he was quitting!
He said he couldn't harm his friends!"
The woman's voice gradually rose, finally sounding like a howl.
She questioned the young lion.
"I raised him for ten years!
You only interacted with him for a week!
He betrayed for you!
And not just him, Tita too, that bastard took you as a friend——what friend's friend is also a friend.
What do they know?
They are like , just street-born scum!
Scum don't deserve friends!"
In her howl, the woman pulled the trigger.
Swoosh!
Pfft!
The arrow from the crossbow whizzed past Pistri's neck, directly hitting a pursuer erging from the passage.
The woman lowered the crossbow, crushed it with her foot as she began reloading the arrows, muttering.
"Scum will always be scum!"
Pistri stood there, eyes on the woman, with the ferocity gone from his gaze, replaced by confusion.
"Hah!
Scum may be scum!
But even scum have rules——that bastard Baro promised he wouldn't harm Del, he broke his word, so I'll make him pay.
Get lost!
I don't know who you are, nor what you have done, but if your escape troubles Baro, that's enough."
The woman finished loading the arrow, took out a gunpowder barrel from one side.
Under the moonlight, only determination remained in her eyes.
Fierce wolves of winter nights, do not retreat.
She did not understand the friendship of wolf cubs.
She only knew the wolf cub was dead.
Therefore, she had to avenge the wolf cub.
Originally, she thought she could bring the wolf cub to fight for territory in the Docklands, allowing them to avoid hunger and bullying, but the sudden fat sheep shattered her plan and taught her wolf cub to bare its teeth at her.
She naturally had to teach the wolf cub a lesson.
But it was rely a lesson.
She didn't want the wolf cub dead.
She tore off the sleeve, wrapped it around the arrow, then set it ablaze.
She took a deep breath, kicked over the gunpowder barrel.
Roll, roll!
The gunpowder barrel rolled in.
She pulled the trigger—
Boom!
Their shared secret passage was blasted sky-high, along with a dozen pursuers inside, fragnted.
As for her?
She was beheaded by a longsword.
Unlike the soldiers earlier, the one making the move was a Mystic Side Person.
Their wide robes covered their form, their hooded cap concealed their face, without glancing at the woman, rely focusing on Pistri, gently speaking.
"Master, how long are you planning to ss around?
Do you think these people can stop ?
Or do you think your guise can fool my eyes?"
Looking at Pistri's clumsy disguise, the Mystic Side Person almost laughed.
Next, the Mystic Side Person reached out unceremoniously to grab Pistri.
No defense whatsoever.
It's well-known, the young lion's 'Talent isn't outstanding', while not purely a 'Dud', it's close enough.
So, what is there to worry about?
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