In an abandoned car processing plant in Xizhu District, the Wanderer and Lin Zheyuan were pinned under several scrap cars.
The Wanderer clutched his shoulder. Despite having activated teleportation, his arm was still bitten off by that guy.
However, the Wanderer wasn’t too upset. Instead, he laughed heartily because it meant he had withdrawn from the battle for the Cup of Divine Blood.
"You also got a call from the Mystic Detective earlier; go to the Big Wave Club and tell him about the cicada. Although it’s not a Catastrophe Level, it’s not something a typical True Sequence can handle. Ask him to prepare."
"I... I’ll rest for a while."
The Wanderer’s voice grew weaker, and then he simply lay down on the ground.
Lin Zheyuan was shocked and immediately checked the Wanderer’s heartbeat. It was strong, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
The giant cicada attack wasn’t easily evaded. The Wanderer’s ability to escape with Lin Zheyuan meant he had exerted all his strength. After saying a few words to Lin Zheyuan, he fell into a deep sleep.
Lin Zheyuan thought for a while and then used his own tentacles to sew the Wanderer’s severed hand. He then found a nearby spot to dig a pit and buried the Wanderer in it.
This depth of the pit wouldn’t have any negative effect on the Wanderer, and after he woke up, he could easily climb out.
Lin Zheyuan was the target of other contestants; taking the Wanderer to the Big Wave Club would only put him in danger.
Now that the Wanderer had lost his mark, no one would deliberately search for him, and it was safest for him to remain here.
The slightly suggestive Female Angel, her lightsaber already dimmed, wings drooping weakly behind her.
Wen Wen floated in mid-air, gripping the Female Angel’s neck with one hand; her toes barely touched the ground.
This Female Angel had a slender figure, but her height was twice that of an average person, making it difficult for Wen Wen to steadily reach her neck without flying.
Moreover, without flying, the places Wen Wen could grasp weren’t exactly proper.
The previously arrogant woman looked at Wen Wen in terror. She had thought that after the appearance of her Guardian Angel, she could eliminate this rogue wandering around such places.
Initially, the Holy Sword Angel’s performance indeed matched her expectations.
The Longsword, imbued with Holy Power, was at its sharpest. This small-eyed rogue could only dodge clumsily at first.
But after a few dodges, the rogue seemed a bit impatient, drawing a demonic sword from his crotch...
Don’t dwell on why it was drawn from there; the Blood River Sword is in the Sanctuary, and Wen Wen can draw it from anywhere.
The blood-red longsword clashed with the Lightsaber, which shattered immediately, and then the rogue lightly tapped the Holy Sword Angel’s forehead, rendering her completely unable to resist.
The woman, in despair, knelt on the ground. Defeating the Holy Sword Angel so easily meant this was definitely a Demon Hunter of the True Order Realm, meaning she would be extracted of her mark next.
Would he cut off her hand...or kill her?
Wen Wen wasn’t concerned with the woman for now; he was rather fascinated and a bit excited by the Female Angel before him.
He plucked two feathers from the wings and sniffed them; there was no scent.
Then he wanted to pull aside the Female Angel’s hair to see what was underneath.
Tao Qingqing, nearby, covered her eyes with one hand. Could this guy stop embarrassing her...
The woman, seeing Wen Wen’s actions, widened her eyes in anger and immediately charged at Wen Wen recklessly, reaching out to stop him.
To her, all the men in this world were filthy; only the Holy Sword Angel understood her.
She and the Holy Sword Angel leaned on each other; she couldn’t bear to see this guy lay a hand on her.
Wen Wen didn’t even look at her; he casually swung his sword, and a fair hand was cut off cleanly at the wrist.
The woman writhed in pain on the ground, clutching her wrist and wailing. The severed hand didn’t hit the floor but flew into Wen Wen’s palm.
A blood-red mark transferred from the hand to Wen Wen’s, and he could clearly feel the strengthening of the power of the Cup of Divine Blood within.
"Does it hurt, are you scared? Your move just now didn’t just ruin one person’s hand!"
Wen Wen glanced at her coldly, with no sympathy in his eyes, then smiled again while looking at the Holy Sword Angel.
"Hey, I won’t touch her with my own hand, but using yours should be okay."
With anticipation, Wen Wen used the hand to part the hair, but the expectant expression quickly faded, replaced by disdain.
"Tch, what a waste of my feelings."
This Holy Sword Angel came with Holy Light!
The area covered by hair and wings was just a blank expanse of whiteness, less appealing than when it was covered.
Wen Wen casually tossed the Holy Sword Angel to the ground, shattering a few tables and chairs, then sat on the couch beside the crying woman, lifting her chin with the Blood River Sword in one hand.
"Now we can continue our earlier conversation..."
"What’s your name, job, are you married, and...what do you know about the battle for the Cup of Divine Blood?"
Wen Wen’s interrogation skills need no elaboration; the woman’s will crumbled after two or three exchanges.
She knelt on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably, her fierce and harsh exterior—once used to protect herself—had been torn apart by Wen Wen and thrown into the trash.
"My name is Windsor, Windsor Hill. I once had a happy family, but when I was fourteen, my father incurred a huge gambling debt."
Wen Wen, shaking his head, said, "A gambling fool deserves to die; dragging family into it is even less deserving of sympathy."
Windsor paused, then continued, "Later, to repay the debt, I was sold to this Long Legs Big Wave Club."
"I always feel like I’m reading a bitter novel from ancient times..." Wen Wen quipped again, unsurprised.
The dark side of society always existed. Every region had this to some extent, and in the Dongyou Region, where the wealth gap was vast and the rich were unchecked, it was even more prevalent.
As Demon Hunters, they could kill monsters arising from humanity’s dark side but couldn’t cleanse people’s hearts, only addressing what they could see and manage.
"Here, I suffered inhumane torture... They didn’t view me as human but as a commodity to please some people..."
"On the first day after ’training’ ended, I vowed silently that if there was a chance, I would destroy this place, kill every ’manager’ and ’customer’."
Windsor’s expression became ferocious, her face showing an uncontrollable ferocity. Pure white Holy Power emerged from her body but couldn’t mask her overwhelming killing intent.