You don't even know who the boss of our Sava Party is, you still have to ask me? Then you should not know that our boss is the "chief" of the secret organization "Iron-Blooded Cross", and we belong to the peripheral organization...... Hearing the other party's question, Lumian instantly flashed many thoughts in his mind, and inserted his right hand into his pocket.
He immediately had three guesses:
1. Boss Gardner. Martin did some secret things through the Savoyard Party, such as letting the "rat" Crystal smuggle a strange item in, which was detected by some people or certain forces, and planned to investigate the gang and catch the manipulator behind the scenes;
second, other members of the Sava Party offended people who should not have offended them, and were approached by the other party;
Third, after the collapse of the Stinger Gang, the Sava Party expanded rapidly, attracting the attention of some forces and being targeted.
In the blink of an eye, Lumian quickly ruled out the first two possibilities, because whether it was a secret matter being discovered, or someone who offended someone, he should not be the one who asked the question "Who is the boss of the Sava Party"!
Similarly, whoever offends someone, the revenge will inevitably deal with him or the leader who provides him with shelter first, and Lumian has never really participated in the secret affairs of the Sava Party, nor has he supported any of his subordinates recently.
More importantly, the guy opposite directly asked about "the identity of the boss of the Sava Party", not whether anyone belonged to your Sava Party or whether you had done something on a certain year, month, or day.
According to this, Lumian is highly inclined to take a fancy to the Savoyard Party and plan to incorporate it.
Of course, it is not ruled out that rival gangs may accidentally contact a strong man and ask him to help kill the boss of the Savavier Party.
But in either case, their knowledge of the Savoyard Party is very superficial, and they have not even mastered Gardner. Martin's superficial identity was just to inquire about who the most famous member of the Sava Party was recently and came directly to "visit" him.
"In other words, they temporarily treat the Sava Party as a regional gang with a small number of extraordinary people, and dealing with such a gang, it is obviously impossible to send a really strong person, and they can't afford to hire ......it.
Seeing that he remained silent, did not answer his question immediately, and showed signs of drawing a weapon, the tall man with strong hair, dark eyes, and a brown and yellow wide-brimmed round hat snorted coldly, his expression and eyes revealing obvious danger.
Almost at the same time, Lumian felt that the darkness around him was a little heavier, squeezing out the faint light of the road light shining in the distance and the crimson moonlight falling from high above the area.
The darkness condensed like frost, slowly but surely penetrating into Lumian's skin, flesh and bones, causing him to have a certain fear uncontrollably.
Just this intensity? Lumian, who had experienced a big scene, said "heh" in his heart.
He looked at the strong man with grayish hair and wearing a linen shirt and brown jacket, as if he was a little frightened, and blurted out:
"It's Gardner. Martin! Gardner, a member of the Sava Chamber of Commerce. Martin!"
The man nodded in satisfaction and asked further:
"Where does he usually live?"
What a "lion" Charles, what a ruthless, ferocious, crazy and powerful gang leader, is no different from other gang members!
They will only bully people who are weaker than themselves, and will only rely on the support of gangs behind them, and merge with other gangs.
Lumian swallowed his saliva with difficulty and said:
"He lives, he lives at 11 Spring Street."
Speaking of this, Lumian seemed to wake up:
"Let me tell you, our boss is a member of a secret organization, and his strength is even more terrifying than you think!"
A member of a secret organization? The man with broad shoulders was startled for a moment, and then smiled.
This is really an unexpected gain!
"Lion" Shir is even more timid than I thought, and even told such important information!
The man's chin was raised a little higher, and he sneered in a low voice:
"Then did I tell you that I am also a member of a secret organization? A very old secret organization."
With these words, the oppression of the surrounding darkness became stronger.
Really? I really didn't see it...... Lumian seriously considered whether to lure this guy and the forces behind him to the boss to see what would happen when the two secret organizations collided, and whether the "Iron-Blooded Cross" might reveal more secrets.
After a short silence, Lumian seemed unable to withstand the pressure brought by the darkness, and his right hand and arm in his pocket were trembling slightly:
"I don't know, I don't know, the boss didn't tell us the specific name!"
The man looked at Lumian for a few seconds, feeling that he really shouldn't know the details of the secret organization either.
In a regional gang like this, at most the boss himself is a member of a secret organization.
The man couldn't hide his fierce laughter:
"Then you take me to No. 11 Spring Street."
As soon as he finished speaking, he was already rushing towards Lumian, so fast that he almost dragged out the afterimage.
Almost at the same time, his fingernails popped out, long and sharp, shimmering with metallic light, reflecting the dark color.
Lumian in his deep dark eyes was not only not so afraid that he gave up resisting, or dodged in a panic but slowly, but also stretched forward his right hand that had just been inserted in his pocket.
The hand held a fist-sized fireball that was white to bright, and threw it at the target as if it were a gift.
Fireball...... Blazing white ...... The man with short gray hair on his face and the back of his hands was too fast and extremely close, and it was too late to turn.
Boom!
In the restrained and low explosion, the man's abdomen was directly blown open, the flesh and blood were blurred, and an obvious smell of burning was emitted.
After the other party asked who the boss of the Sava Party was, Lumian inserted his right hand into his pocket, but not to hold the weapon and guard against the attack, but to use the cover of his clothes to constantly create crimson flames in the palm of his hand, condensing them layer by layer and compressing them to a minimum.
By the time the man attacked, the color of the flames in his palm had turned white, and the explosion was no less powerful than the "giant fireball", and the power was even more concentrated, with the effect of burning through the skin.
If it weren't for the enemy's speed exceeding Lumian's expectations, the blazing fireball hit the target as soon as it was thrown out, and did not climb up, Lumian would have seen the opponent's neck blown off on the spot.
In the roaring movement, the man was blown out, and Lumian himself was affected by the aftermath, staggered backwards, fell down, and turned over a few times.
The two stood up in no particular order, Lumian's shirt and vest had many burning and tearing marks, and many pieces of skin had been damaged.
He saw a huge irregular wound on the man's abdomen, and the blood-stained intestines were flowing out and stuffed back, with many cracks and scorched spots on the surface.
This was obviously a very serious injury, but the man did not lose his mobility, he held his abdomen to prevent his intestines and other internal organs from being thrown out, and let out a low roar of pain, anger and violence.
With a low roar, a short gray hair grew on his body, and his whole body became like a giant wolf standing up.
His broken intestines began to wriggle, as if they wanted to reconnect, his charred skin was slowly healing, and the huge crack in his abdomen was forcibly closed by the palm of his hand, and the flesh and blood interacted little by little.
What a powerful vitality...... Seeing this scene, Lumian let out a heartfelt sigh.
He felt that as long as he was given enough time, the other party would definitely heal!
The other party's performance and state reminded him of several passages recorded in Aurore's sorcery notes:
"'Werewolves', sequence 7 of the 'prisoner' path, a category of 'xenophobes', who are controlled by bloodlust and the desire to kill when they are full moon or in a state of almost out of control of their emotions, and involuntarily become real werewolves.
"They possess terrifying strength, agility, and speed, excellent self-healing abilities, strong and sharp claws and teeth, and are poisonous, equivalent to the Extraordinary weapons of the same sequence, capable of destroying thinner steel plates.
"They also know a handful of dark spells that can turn normal humans into monster-like but short-lived puppets.
"'Werewolves' are more commonly found in the southern continent, and are always associated with various terrorist activities in the northern continent......"
Unexpectedly, he met a "werewolf" extraordinary...... Lumian did not give the other party time to ease his injuries, and crimson fire crows condensed behind him, circling and flying towards the target.
The "werewolf" also did not wait in place, covering his stomach, pinching the wound, and approaching Lumian in an arc at extremely fast speed.
Most of the fire crows with initial locking ability failed, but there were still a few that changed direction slightly, landing on the targets one after another, and the rumbling sound continued.
The "werewolf" had several more wounds, all of which were scorched and bloody.
Relying on his strong recovery ability, regardless of his injuries, he quickly shortened the distance between himself and Lumian, and wanted to fight this "arsonist" who was good at spells, tearing the opponent to pieces with his sharp and poisonous claws.
At some point, the darkness around Lumian further eroded him, making him feel a certain cold on a summer night, which was slightly affected.
In an instant, a layer of crimson flames appeared on his body, bringing scorching warmth.
In the next second, Lumian turned around and ran wildly, avoiding the attack of the "werewolf"claws.
This made the "werewolf" who was full of bloodlust and desire to kill feel that the other party was afraid, felt that the target had used all his strength, and had no experience in similar battles.
He chased after him and rushed behind Lumian in a few steps.
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(End of this chapter)