Andrew walked out of the street where Bella Randall's suite was, his thoughts and moods churning much more than the storm cloud at the top of the hood, across the vast lake. Andrew hailed a taxi from a public phone at a gas station, then rested against the wall of a building in the middle of the smoke, preoccupied and waiting.

Hermione was already suspicious of Andrew, even if Andrew was trying to protect her and Andrew himself. The world is unpredictable, the girl's mind is hard to fathom, and Andrew thought that Hermione would trust him unconditionally.

This consequence Andrew has already estimated, and this is the consequence of Andrew's nonsense with an almost friend. And even if Andrew finds the culprit behind the scenes, or Andrew finds a way to deal with them, or even if Andrew takes care of what Hermione has told him to do, Andrew and her friendship may not be able to return to the way it was before.

Andrew's mind has been swirling on similar gloomy and gloomy themes when a man with a hat covering his face walks past Andrew and then stops halfway through and turns to punch Andrew in the abdomen.

Andrew's passive Noble Phantasm was triggered, and the powerful magic power immediately formed a protection, and the attacker was blocked, while the invisible magic launched a counterattack.

Apparently the sneak attacker didn't expect this, he felt as if he was hitting a ball of cotton, and then an invisible force came at him, and the sneak attacker could only retreat.

The counterattack magic directly knocked the sneak attacker away, and after flying more than ten meters, he fell heavily on the road.

Andrew's hat fell off, and Andrew recognized him - he was one of Byrne's men who had been following Andrew all the way from the hotel on Thursday afternoon, the lame man who had followed Andrew for several streets. It seemed that the lame man's knee was in serious trouble, and Andrew's counterattack hit the nail on the head.

Andrew walked over, Byrne's men fell hard, he struggled to get up, he had several fractures on his body, Andrew looked at him.

"Byrne sent you?" Andrew asked. "Is Byrne trying to stop me?"

Byrne's men shrank their heads, he couldn't get up, he could only struggle to move back, trying to distance himself from Andrew.

"Don't want to say it?" said Andrew's eyes, the flames of hell. "Then I'll have to take it myself!"

There was a running sound.

Then a group of young people in jogging suits and cloth shoes appeared. The flames in Andrew's eyes disappeared instantly, and Byrne's men screamed incoherently.

"Don't be nervous, sir, don't be nervous. There's a guy here who seems to be injured, and I've just found him, and we need to call an ambulance, who can help...," Andrew said immediately. The young man didn't think much of it, they gathered around, chattering to help Bourne's men, but unfortunately the wounded only kept screaming---- the flames of hell were burning his soul, he was already crazy.

As the group was tugging at Bourne's men, one of them said. "Take it easy, we'll get you to the hospital now. “

With this group of enthusiastic young people helping to deal with the aftermath, Andrew melted into the darkness and quickly disappeared from the scene.

All Andrew has to do is find them, find Bourne, find the cripple, find the wizard - whoever he is. Find them, then knock them all down like bowling, and call Hermione to hunt them all down--- maybe just turn them to ashes, a beautiful demon inside whispered.

Preferably, Andrew plans to skip the bowling section. They've already tried to kill Andrew once, and they'll come after him again. Byrne and his men—no, Andrew thought to himself. Not Bourne. It doesn't make sense at all, unless it was Bourne's gang who was in charge of the Three-Eyes affair from the beginning.

If Bourne had a wizard by his side, why would he want to bribe Andrew to stop meddle? Could it be Bourne? Or is it his men who are stepping on two boats?

Whoever this wizard is, he's not very professional, at least he's not a very strong dark wizard - Andrew feels that way when he cracks his dark shadow technique.

If Andrew forces him to show up and face him directly, he won't be able to compete with Andrew - and Andrew is confident that he will be reduced to grit in a matter of rounds.

There is a bunch of primordial magic to dare to harness the power of the storm and drive demons to kill for him as he did before. But he's really like a little ghost with a strong blood and a special ability. Andrew has more than strength and courage, as a doomsday warrior, Andrew is also trained, experienced, and well-informed in the field of killing.

The Shadow Man can't help Andrew Ho yet, he doesn't have that ability. He must wait for the storms that will occur every spring before he can attack Andrew again. Andrew had time. Andrew has time to work. If only Andrew could find them.

Andrew took out the easy disc again, carefully observed the scales and lines on it, the man with the baseball bat who attacked him last time, Andrew's magic left traces on him, Andrew concentrated, trying to find the marked enemy with the help of the easy disk.

Of course, trace magic is not only used to locate underage wizards, Yi Pan quickly pointed out the direction of the target, Andrew tried to sense his specific situation, but the result was darkness--- there was something wrong there? There is only one explanation for this situation, the person is dead....

Is it true that someone found Andrew's mark on him? But apparently he didn't remove the mark, or was it just a coincidence, and it just happened that the thug was killed in a fire fight not long ago? Andrew was slightly puzzled. So far, everything seems too coincidental.

Andrew thought about it, maybe he was thinking things too simply.

Andrew could have called Hermione, and she would have known where Bourne was hiding, and the dead man might be nearby. But she wouldn't want to do that now. Even if she could, she would have asked to know the ins and outs, and when Andrew told her, she might have put Andrew on a witness protection project or something stupid.

Andrew walked back into the drizzle and sat cross-legged on the concrete floor. Andrew took out a small piece of chalk from his coat pocket and drew a circle around his body on the concrete floor.

The next steps took a little time for Andrew, who had wanted to fix the tracking spell he already knew about into a less disgusting version, but decided to stick with the original. Andrew then touched the chalk ring with his finger and poured energy into it, sealing it up.

Then the effect of the spell appeared, and it was quite intense. Andrew stood up and wiped his foot on the ground, opened the magic circle again, and walked out. Andrew slowly spun around, and Andrew had a particularly strong sense of magic when facing the southwest, a suburb where the wealthy people of London lived.

Andrew could follow him all the way to Byrne or his true master, but Andrew had to act immediately. The effect of this magic won't last long.

"Hey, boss!" a taxi driver poked his head out of the window and glared at Andrew, the car not turning off, it was in neutral, and the cigar butt from his mouth glowed orange.

Andrew looked at him directly for a moment. "What?"

He pulled his face and said, "What? Are you deaf? I asked you if you had a taxi?"

Andrew grinned at him. "Yes. “

"And what are you waiting for?" he said. "Get in the car. “

Andrew got into the car and closed the door. He looked at Andrew suspiciously from the rearview mirror and said, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to two places. Andrew told him. Andrew gave him the address of Andrew's apartment, then sat down in the back of his chair, and Andrew's head automatically turned to the southwest, in the direction of the guy who wanted to kill Andrew.

"This is the first place. He said. "And what?"

"Andrew will tell you when he arrives. “

Andrew ended up at Trist Fishing, a club in Bourne's suburbs of London.

Business is busy, serving many college students in the area, and even though it's 1:30 a.m., it looks pretty busy compared to the rest of the small shopping district. The club was the only one still open, and the only one in the neighborhood with lights.

"Neuropathy. The taxi driver drove away with a broken thought in his mouth. Andrew was stunned for a moment and had to admit it. Andrew made him go around several large circles, and the magic that Andrew cast was equivalent to following the trace--- which was the sequelae after the revision, more detailed, but at the same time, there was no way to directly use the phantom to move.

It didn't take long for the Traces to dissipate after the magic was cast - the laws of conservation of magic were starting to take effect, and if the results weren't obtained soon, the Traces' magic would quickly dissipate, but it was enough for Andrew to spot "Trist Fishing".

Andrew walked to the club's window, and sure enough, in a large round box, he saw Bourne, Mr. Trix with a tiger's back, and some non-mainstream chickenscombs, sitting together and chatting. Andrew hurried away from their sight to avoid being discovered.

Andrew wears a bracelet and a ring, holding an eye, a poplar wand in one hand, and a hibiscus wand in the other.

Andrew poured his magic into the amulet, and into the ring. Andrew pulls out two strands of magic from his wand: the upright power of poplar and the raging fire of fusang. Andrew then walked to the club's front door.

Then Andrew blew the door open.

Instead of walking in, Andrew used a spell to blow up the door. Debris flew towards Andrew, some bouncing off the Wind Shield in front of him, others raining down behind him and in the parking lot. This trick doesn't hurt the innocent diners on the other side of the door. You only get one chance to make a first impression.

When the door was blown open, Andrew pointed his hibiscus wand into the room and chanted a spell, and the jukebox slammed into the wall as if it had been hit by a cannonball, then melted into a mass of plastic paste, and the music in the horn stopped abruptly.

Andrew walked in the doorway, releasing a wave of energy stored in the ring, and from the door, a whole circle of light bulbs in the room burst in turn, and suddenly the whole house was filled with sharp and subtle explosions, powder from the shattering of glass, and burning filaments.

The people around the bar and all the wooden tables scattered around the room, exactly what people would do when they were confronted with something like this. They screamed and screamed, clinging to their heads or hiding under the table in a panic. Some people ran through the escape door at the other end of the room. Suddenly everything fell silent, and everyone stood and stared at the door—they were glaring at Andrew.

At the table in the back, Bourne stared at the door with his cold green eyes. He wasn't smiling, and Mr. Trist glared at Andrew, his single eyelid narrowed so much that he could barely see.

The cockscomb head had closed lips and was pale. None of them moved, and none of them made a sound. Andrew thinks that's what happens when you see a wizard going crazy.

Andrew said in silence. Andrew levitated his wand like two snakes, squinting at Byrne. "Mr. Byrne, I think I'll have to talk to you. “

Byrne stared at Andrew for a moment, then the corners of his mouth twitched. "Mr. Li, your persuasive attitude is really peculiar. He stood up, his gaze fixed on Andrew, and then said loudly, "Ladies and gentlemen, it seems that the fishing activity of 'Trist' is going to end early today, please leave the nearest door in order." Please don't worry about your bills. Mr. Li, could you please give way to the door and let my guests leave?"

Andrew let the door out. The guests and service staff in the house were quickly gone, leaving Andrew alone with Bourne, Trist, and a few tattooed cockscomb-headed boys.

They waited quietly for the guests, the witnesses, to leave. Trist's expression had not changed, the big man was as patient as a mountain lion, ready to pounce on the unsuspecting reindeer.

"Hand over your men who attacked me. Andrew said after the last college couple hurried out.

"Say that again, please?" said Byrne. He tilted his head, looking genuinely confused.

"I've already said it. Andrew said. "There's a guy attacking me here--" Andrew waved Andrew's hibiscus wand at the strong, muscular thugs who were only a little brother. "One of your men attacked me with a baseball bat one night not long ago. “

Byrne's eyes flashed with a terrifying, cold green rage for a split second. He looked at his men calmly.