“F*ck! No money, you die!”
Leo replied, “I don’t have the money, and you can’t take my life. Disappear in front of me right now, or you’ll regret it!”
Upon hearing this, the four thugs glanced at each other and burst into laughter simultaneously.
They had robbed many Atraria people before, but this was the first time someone had been so arrogant.
The leader of the thugs waved his dagger and shouted, “Get him!”
The youngest thug, eager to impress his boss, charged at Leo first. As he got closer, he thrust his dagger forward.
Leo easily dodged the thug’s dagger and delivered a straight punch with his right hand, hitting the thug square in the face.
The young thug couldn’t even see how Leo had moved. In the next second, he was kneeling on the ground, groaning in pain and holding his nose. His dagger fell to the ground.
The other three thugs were momentarily stunned by what they saw. They couldn’t comprehend how this situation had unfolded.
“What do we do now, boss?”
“Don’t be afraid, let’s attack together!”
As soon as the words were spoken, the three thugs charged at Leo simultaneously.
With a swift sidekick, one thug let out a cry of pain and fell to the ground.
Then, Leo swiftly lowered his body and executed a sweeping leg kick, causing another thug to collapse.
As the thug’s mouth hit the ground first, a few teeth flew out of his mouth.
The leader of the thugs, who had already raised his dagger to strike, hesitated and quickly retreated, saying, “It’s martial arts! Run!”
Without a second thought, he turned and ran, leaving his fallen comrades behind. Clearly, loyalty was not their strong suit.
Leo adjusted his collar and continued walking forward without even sparing a glance at the three thugs groaning on the ground.
After enjoying an authentic French meal at a restaurant, Leo planned to visit the Arc de Triomphe. If Fire Rose hadn’t contacted him by then, he would return to his hotel and sleep.
The night in Paris was beautiful. Leo casually strolled along the streets, admiring the various French beauties passing by.
Occasionally, some French women would even flirtatiously glance at him. Their openness was truly well-known.
Before reaching the Arc de Triomphe, Leo’s footsteps slowed down because he sensed an unusual fluctuation, similar to a Spiritual Power wave.
This piqued Leo’s curiosity. He turned right and followed the direction of the fluctuation.
After walking for about ten minutes, he entered an old-fashioned neighborhood.
The streetlights were dim, and there were few people around.
Leo released his Divine Awareness and carefully investigated the source of the fluctuation.
As he walked into an ancient alleyway, the fluctuations became stronger and there seemed to be more than one type of wave.
Leo slowed his pace and approached silently without making a sound.
At a corner of the alleyway, Leo cautiously peered out.
In the dim lighting, Leo saw three individuals-the source of the fluctuations.
The three individuals faced off against each other, two against one.
The two men were dressed in black suits with ties. They had high noses and sharp facial features, giving them a handsome and gentlemanly appearance.
The man opposite them was dressed more casually in jeans and a casual shirt. He also wore a duckbill cap and appeared to be in his thirties.
Leo, hidden in the shadows, quickly inserted a miniature earpiece into his ear.
This earpiece was a high-tech device from WONDER that provided simultaneous translation for almost all languages spoken in different countries.
“Running is useless. You know what we’re capable of. If you want to stay alive, hand over the item!” one of the men in suits said coldly.
The man in the cap glanced around discreetly and sneered, “You’ve been chasing me for so long, crossing half of Europe. Now you expect me to willingly hand over the item? Do you think I’m playing games because I’m bored?”
Leo pondered: Who are these three individuals? It seems like those two men in suits want to steal something from the man in the cap?
The other man in the suit twitched his lips and sneered, “Brice, no need to waste time talking to him. Just kill him. Afterward, we’ll let our leader search through his memories to find out where the item is.”
Brice nodded. Cold light flashed in his eyes as he slowly reached for his waist.
Just then, the man in the cap suddenly opened his mouth, and a tentacle-like tongue shot out from it directly towards Brice’s neck.
Brice dodged to the side and appeared next to the man in the cap in the next second. He kicked him with force.
The man in the cap reacted quickly. As his terrifying tongue retracted, he reached out his right hand and caught Brice’s right foot. With a strong swing, Brice was sent flying.
After a few flips in mid-air, Brice landed gracefully on the ground. Then he transformed into a shadow and seemingly teleported above the man in the cap’s head. He executed a sweeping leg kick.
Caught off guard, the man in the cap couldn’t dodge it. He took a blow to his head and was sent flying.
After rolling on the ground for a few rounds and coming to a stop, the man in the cap involuntarily opened his mouth again. His mouth resembled that of a carnivorous plant as it opened wide with an eerie appearance.
Brice coldly stared at the fallen man in the cap with folded arms. His gaze resembled that of a person looking at a mouse.
The man in the cap slowly got up from the ground and spat out a grayish-white liquid from his mouth.
Upon closer inspection, one would notice that something was wriggling within the grayish-white liquid.
The wriggling objects were thin white worms, each about as long as a finger.
By now, Leo had figured out who the man in the cap was before he arrived. On the plane, Leo had specifically researched some special existences in European countries-the man in the cap was from Blood Clan!
“I’ll ask you one last time: where is the item?” Brice seemed somewhat disgusted by killing the man in the cap as it would dirty his hands.
In a strange voice, the man in the cap cursed, “F*ck you!”
“You ignorant creature!” Brice drew something shaped like a sword hilt from his waist. As he moved his lips silently, a sword blade flashed out from it-a silver sword.
Brice’s figure flickered and reappeared with a sword strike aimed at the man in the cap’s head.
A silver light flashed but stopped abruptly because the man in the cap had grabbed Brice’s sword with one hand.