Avril stood still, not stopping Angel from leaving, just silently watching Angel’s figure gradually disappear into the night, her face showing a hint of complex emotion she couldn’t suppress.
Lu Tianxing left for the sake of brotherhood.
Angel left for love, like a moth to a fla, hoping to die together with Lu Tianxing.
Standing in place for a mont, Avril seed to rember sothing, quickly taking out a small sachet from her pocket. With a casual toss, the sachet soared into the air and exploded with a bang, a peculiar perfu scent instantly perating the surroundings.
Having done all this, Avril then turned and headed towards the Church personnel. She had promised Lu Tianxing to let the Church personnel go easy, and she was determined to keep her word.
And just one minute after Avril left, Nelson appeared at Avril’s spot with the Hound and others. The Hound, who was leading the way, suddenly stopped, his face turning extrely grim.
"Hound, why are you stopping there? Hurry up and pursue them." Nelson saw the Hound stop and imdiately spoke up.
"Captain, the other side’s scent is masked by a unique perfu, making it impossible to track them."
The Hound looked at Nelson, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness. His powers were indeed formidable, but they also had a fatal weakness; if the opponent knew about it and masked their scent with a unique aroma, it would render his powers useless.
Upon hearing the Hound’s words, Nelson’s face flashed with a bit of gloom: "Can you find their trail?"
The Hound said, "I can find it, but it will take ti."
"Then hurry up and find it. Today, no matter what, we must locate the Judge."
Nelson’s gaze swept the surroundings and he said to the n behind him, "You guys also check around. Once you find the Judge’s whereabouts, notify imdiately."
"Yes, Captain."
The n nodded, imdiately rushing towards the surroundings.
anwhile, in another direction, after parting from Avril, Lu Tianxing didn’t waste any ti and went straight towards Starving Ghost and others.
This ti, Lu Tianxing had no interest in driving, as it was far too slow for him.
With True Qi surging like a tide, Lu Tianxing’s figure darted through the skyscrapers like a dragon, his speed reaching the extre, like a teor streaking across the sky. Often, you would see his figure flash past, and by the ti you looked again, he was already several ters away, giving the impression of seeing a ghost.
anwhile, Angel was driving a red Ferrari, pushing the speed to its limits. The roar of the engine echoed in the sky, the red Ferrari like a red lightning bolt weaving through traffic, even performing risky overtakes each ti.
The owners of other cars on the street watched the red lightning skimming past their car body, frightened into stepping on the gas pedal, cursing at the taillights disappearing into the night.
Racing this fast in a busy city is simply insane. At this speed, even a slight mishap could lead to a car crash, causing collateral damage.
Angel paid no attention to these curses, quickly weaving through the bustling traffic under Little Bee’s covert manipulation, every light turning green, flowing through without a hint of sluggishness, appearing like a racing master speeding through the track at lightning speed.
Seeing this, so young people who loved racing watched with shining eyes, wishing they could join in the sound of the engine and enjoy the speed and passion.
And just as Angel was about to arrive, Lu Tianxing had already followed the tracking device on Starving Ghost and others, appearing in a plaza.
From afar, he saw a group of people exuding a murderous aura, aggressively gathering in the plaza.
This was a relatively secluded plaza in London, and with soone intervening from the dark, apart from these murderous people, no tourists were visible.
The origins of these forces were unknown, but it was clear they belonged to different factions, standing in distinct positions, forming a circle encircling Starving Ghost and others.
At this mont, Starving Ghost and others looked a bit battered, their faces slightly pale, covered with so small wounds, seemingly injured. Starving Ghost, Tan Lang, Fu Tu, and Tie Niu stood back to back, their eyes full of coldness as they looked around, their gaze unchanging, True Qi mixed with killing intent erging from their bodies.
"Netherworld rcenary Corps, it seems you’re just so-so, not living up to your reputation. I’m giving you one last chance, tell where the Judge is, and I might leave you intact bodies, otherwise, I won’t mind letting you know what it ans to live worse than death."
A white man with a bushy beard stood at the front, looking chillingly at Starving Ghost and others.
"Old Jack, why waste so many words with them? Just capture them and interrogate them. A few early-stage Mythical Martial Artists are easy to kill."
Another voice sounded.
"That’s right, don’t waste so many words with them. Just take action, capture them first, and then break them down bone by bone to see if they’ll talk."
Another voice full of coldness was heard.
"Hahaha...."
Just as these voices fell, a mocking laugh echoed, filled with thick irony and disdain. Starving Ghost laughed coldly: "Do you ants really think you can take our lives? Even if it costs you your life, your Starving Ghost grandpa will crush each of you."
"Hmph, stubborn, do it."
Upon hearing Starving Ghost’s words, Old Jack’s face turned extrely grim, his hand suddenly waved, signaling to begin.
The n behind him hesitated not a bit, imdiately charging towards Starving Ghost and others.
The other factions exchanged a glance, likewise showing no hesitation, signaling their n to attack, rushing toward Starving Ghost and others.
Starving Ghost watched the figures rushing towards them, a bloodthirsty smile on his lips: "Tan Lang, Fu Tu, Tie Niu, are you afraid?"
"Afraid!"
Tie Niu laughed heartily: "If I were afraid, I wouldn’t be a rcenary."
Tan Lang and Fu Tu didn’t speak, but their expressions clearly told everyone they feared nothing.
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