It was only related to whether one’s fate was tough or not.
"It’s only when one spouts wild boasts, there must be bravery and strategy...
Please enlighten me."
Morison’s tone was ice-cold, his butterfly short knife was menacing, held horizontally in front of him.
The thick clouds hid the moonlight, as well as the many other massive celestial bodies, causing the brilliant stars to dim and become shadowless.
Kai Deng felt a chilling coldness creeping up his spine. What the hell is with this disfigured face? It’s freakishly intimidating - a pirate no less, looking like some high-level practitioner from the Rebellious Marquis’ realm.
But damn, it was truly frightening.
Swan and Ben were talents with extremely high comprehensive quality, let alone Kai Deng.
The focus now should be on escape.
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Morison’s brow furrowed, but he didn’t look up, nor did he turn his head back because there was nothing above, and Saleret wasn’t behind him either. However, the sudden shout had slightly distracted his attention.
A trick often used by thieves.
Several pieces of rubble were flicked into the air by Kai Deng with the tip of his foot, hurtling towards Morison’s eyes. The butterfly knife spun, smashing the debris into dust.
In the air, several decks of cards exploded, cascading down like a waterfall, the sharp cutting torrents confronting them head-on.
But under the wild lashing of a whip, they collapsed and turned into bent paper scraps in an instant.
Could a thief ever face off directly?
Kai Deng was startled by the display, and had already made a run for it under the cover of the card stream. His hook failed to anchor onto the building opposite; he just jumped down, immersing himself in the crowd.
This disfigured face was always bound by combative thinking, prioritizing terrain advantages.
Kai Deng’s style was to retreat, having means to deal with any situation.
But Kai Deng hadn’t expected Morison to be so fast. Before she could land, Morison had already jumped down following her.
The two people leaping down from the tall building drew the attention of some people on the street.
Kai Deng landed lightly first, stepping on a passerby’s head, facing a congestion of people, trucks, Land Birds, and earth Dragons.
She stepped on one head after another, swiftly darting to the other side of the road.
Morison landed after her, falling forcefully for speed, slightly bending his body, causing spiderweb cracks to appear on the stone bricks.
Passersby retreated in surprise, scattering away. They looked at the height of that building and thought that anyone jumping down would surely die.
Kai Deng moved agilely on top of the crowd’s heads, quite conspicuous, and Morison had her locked in.
"Get out of the way."
Morison forcefully bulldozed his way through, brutally shoving people aside to clear a path. He was much heavier than the woman; although he could manage to forcefully step over to avoid obstacles, crushing a few unlucky souls’ skulls was another matter.
This was the Rebellious Marquis’ territory; Black Sail was treated as an honored guest here, but if he were to slaughter civilians, the impact would be extremely bad.
Morison’s violent push did not slow him down compared to Kai Deng; however, pedestrians suffered as they were pushed to the ground by the back of his knife, some with light bruises, others with broken bones. A long-distance travel mount, an earth Dragon, was sprawled in front of Morison.
In the whirl of the knife blade, the Dragon was split in two; its head and upper body slid down and then burst open, blood gushing out like a fountain, chasing after Kai Deng.
But Kai Deng seemed to be quite at ease, even turning her head halfway back to look at Morison and chuckled coldly. She rubbed her hand across her face, completely changing it to that of an ordinary female passerby. The Magic Nightingale transformed, and her clothes morphed into coarse hemp garments. She then dived into the window of a rickshaw pulled by a Land Bird and fled from the other side.
Morison was obstructed by the coach; by the time he got to the side of the vehicle pulled by the Land Bird.
Kai Deng hadn’t gone to the other side’s building but had blended into the crowd, her appearance constantly changing; no one knew if she had assumed another face, and her clothes could change at will.
Morison had no counter-strategy, standing in place for more than two seconds, which for a top expert, was an insurmountable difference.
Any person on this boulevard could possibly be that Netherworld Envoy.
Morison was utterly speechless, the woman’s baffling behavior was infuriatingly strong. Alone and yet defiant, she had no intention of fighting.
Kai Deng was indeed audacious.
Blending into the crowd with ease, she was calm and unhurried, without even walking briskly, showing no weaknesses.
Morison leaped onto the roof of a carriage, scanning for anyone running or walking quickly, among which could have been Kai Deng, but, surprisingly, the pedestrians were of quality; only seven or eight people running swiftly were hit in the shins with Flying Knives by Morison and fell to the ground.
Kai Deng wasn’t among them.
With such reckless use of weapons, the crowd grew even more chaotic.
Saleret finally arrived belatedly, spotting Morison at the center of the disturbance.
"Why aren’t you chasing?"
"I need to know who to chase, right?" Morison gave up, not able to attack everyone on the street, "She’s blended into the crowd and hasn’t gone far. Do you have any ideas?"
Saleret fell silent for a while.
That woman must not be let go.
It seemed like a long and arduous journey was ahead.
"There is a way, but not one that will catch her tonight."
Saleret had a plan; he needed to leave Golden Palm Port, even the Mulong Duchy.
Shadi understood that Haywood had many magical spells, and now he could understand why Haywood had transformed from a simple physical attacker to an Undead Demon Clan member with various abilities.
That wasn’t something from this world; there was a mighty power blessing him.
A pursuit would be fruitless.
One could only wait and see.
In the room where the True Liszt should have stayed, his belongings were under his own care.
In the top-floor suite.
When Haywood turned into sand and slipped through the door crack, the person inside sensed the arrival and lit a candle.
The faint candlelight illuminated the blood-covered face of Shadi and the naturally fierce-looking Haywood.
Twelve hundred Golden Dragons wasn’t quite enough.
In a world where money spoke volumes, Haywood could only be like Diaz, a background manipulator orchestrating the entire project’s operation.
Although the people who agreed to explore the painting world with him in the Northern Realm had to be abandoned, the operatives he had dispatched were already carrying out Haywood’s orders.
To keep these people searching for clues day and night, Haywood needed substantial financial support.
He came to take the two costly gemstones stolen by Swan.
They were useless in Alicia’s hands; they could only be sold to a sucker in the Western Continent, partly to cover the Black Sail’s funds, and the key members had to get their share.
That was how it was supposed to be.
Shadi remained silent, stood up from the chair, and drew the Willow Leaf Blade.
The candle flickered.
In the heat of summer, inside this room, there was also a chilling cold.