Wanli Sealed Blade, his chest still wide open, sprinted off like a lone rider leaving everyone in the dust, vanishing around the corridor corner in the blink of an eye.
Not only White Horse Tombstone and Midnight Dad were dumbfounded; even Iron Bar Can Win and the others, who shared a faction and had signed a Rules contract, were all staring, eyes about to pop out.
Brother Blade, you really are the killing field running man. So damn shameless.
But Brother Blade bolting early also woke everyone up: yeah, Demon City has some unknown mutation going on, this batch of black-eyed people that just popped up are neither the original monster patrols nor Players,
obviously coming with bad intentions, and the reward for risking it to kill them is highly questionable.
