“Dear me.”
Fatty Wong was startled, quickly turning around only to find no one behind him. With a sigh of relief, he turned back, only to realize Opal was missing.
“Where’s Opal?”
Fatty Wong was puzzled, feeling a hand on his shoulder that didn’t belong to Opal. With a shiver, he slowly turned his head and saw a figure with black hair streaked with red, flowing and ominous. The red hue seemed like blood.
Then, he faced a face covered in blood, fierce and terrifying.
“A ghost!”
Fatty Wong cried out, fainting from fear and collapsing on the street, wetting his pants in the process.
The ghost in white, disheveled and dripping with blood, reached for Fatty Wong’s neck, seemingly intent on killing him.
At that moment, footsteps sounded behind the ghost.
“Is this your plaything?”
The ghost abruptly turned to face the three people behind him. Leading the group was Robin Bailey, whose voice had just sounded. To his left was Jeff Reczek, and to his right was Conrad Reid.
The ghost emitted a hissing sound, coupled with the eerie darkness of the deserted street, appearing truly frightening in white attire, disheveled hair, and bleeding wounds.
Most people, like Fatty Wong, would have fainted instantly at the sight.
Not only did they faint, but they also wet themselves.
Most people could not bear it.
However, Robin Bailey and his companions were not like most people.
In the next moment, the ghost lunged towards Robin Bailey. A terrifying specter, enough to scare anyone witless, but Robin Bailey struck back.
With a resounding slap, Jeff Reczek sent the ghost crashing to the ground. The ghost was bewildered, then turned to the scholarly-looking man.
Surely, this slender man would pose weak resistance.
Deal with one at a time.
Another slap followed from Conrad Reid, sending the ghost sprawling on the ground.
The ghost was left stunned.
What was happening?
Were these two really so powerful?
After all, one was Robin Bailey’s top subordinate, Jeff Reczek, and the other was the Guardian of the Western Front, Conrad Reid. Both emerged from countless battles and challenges, proving their strength.
Undeterred, the ghost lunged at the third man.
He intended to kill him.
However, Jeff Reczek and Conrad Reid exchanged a knowing glance.
This made the ghost uneasy.
In an instant, he tried to flee, but before he could, a silhouette appeared in front of him. With a swift kick, the ghost was pinned to the ground.
“Why are you running?”
Robin Bailey’s voice cut through the air, serving as a warning to the ghost.
He felt like crying.
If he couldn’t win, he surely couldn’t escape.
How could this happen?
He was an expert in disguise, yet he was being overpowered.
Something was amiss.
This small fishing village should not have many visitors.
At that moment, Jeff Reczek grabbed the ghost’s headgear, revealing a thin man underneath. The man’s gender surprised Robin Bailey.
“Why would a man dress as a ghost?” Robin Bailey raised an eyebrow.
The man remained silent.
But in the next moment, he felt excruciating pain in his back, as if a heavy weight was crushing his spine. He pleaded, “I… I’ll talk… I’ll talk…”
The pain did not stop.
With a sharp snap, his spine broke, eliciting a cry of agony.
“I don’t appreciate being dragged along. Got it?” Robin Bailey warned.
“I… I got it… I got it…”
The man’s face contorted in pain as he spoke, sensing the strong aura of death emanating from Robin Bailey.
“I ask, you answer.” Robin Bailey kept his foot firmly on the man’s back, causing him more pain. Yet, the man dared not cry out, fearing another strike.
“Who are you, who sent you, and what were you doing here?” Robin Bailey demanded.
“I’m just a bounty hunter, also known as an assassin in the West. My name is Li Yan. Someone hired me to play ghost here. As for who hired me, I don’t know. I received a letter and a bank card at my home at midnight, so I came.” The man quickly explained.
As he spoke, he felt frustrated.
He was a renowned hunter in the North of the Western Empire.
The bank card contained thirty million dollars, a testament to his worth.
Driven by greed, he had sabotaged the group’s car by flattening their tires, intending to rob them and make millions. Little did he expect to be expertly defeated.
A single slap nearly rendered him unconscious.
Robbing these people was a mistake.
The right course of action should have been to frighten them to death, not to be physically beaten. He regretted his actions, wishing he hadn’t tampered with their car.
In fact, Robin Bailey had come for him.
“Did anything happen while you were in disguise as a ghost?” Robin Bailey inquired.
“No, it was probably just to scare the villagers,” the man replied.
Robin Bailey then stepped on the man’s left leg, causing him to scream in pain. Moving to the other leg, the man quickly added, “One night, a group of people left the village. The letter instructed me not to interfere.”
Robin Bailey increased the pressure on the man’s leg, prompting him to continue, “They were white, many of them wearing cloaks. I have keen eyes and noticed several were Caucasian. There were also Chinese among them.”
The man felt nervous.
He wanted to conceal the group’s true identity, as being exposed would worsen his crime. In Kisia, collaborating with enemies was a severe offense, one that terrified him.
But what frightened him more was the man before him.
One who acted without mercy.
“I ask questions, you answer.”
Robin Bailey’s foot remained firmly planted on the man’s back, causing him more distress. Despite his agony, the man spoke, realizing the man held complete control over his fate.
“Who are you, who sent you, and what were you doing here?” Robin Bailey reiterated.
“I’m just a bounty hunter hired by someone to play a ghost here. One night, a group left the village with a letter instructing me not to intervene. The person who hired me remains unknown to me. I was given a bank card with thirty million dollars as payment.”
As the man revealed his motives, he regretted his greed.
He thought he could rob the group and make a fortune, but instead, he found himself at their mercy.
If only he hadn’t sabotaged their car.