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The attack was preceded by a powerful wind that followed the rapid movement of the object. Even though it was almost a quarter of a second ahead, Carl noticed and felt it. He maintained that position—grabbed by the hair by the elder Duroc, tugged his head downward, and then watched with both eyes as the knee, which was a full circle larger than a fist, turned into a blurry black shadow, and slammed into his temporarily downward facing face at a speed that no one could even react to.

There wasn't much time left for Carl to react, but he couldn't help but suddenly have a strange thought - it must feel very, very cool to be so sturdy, right?

When a question arises, the next step is the process of answering, the desire to find the answer. So, based on an inexplicable whim, Carl did not resist at all in the face of the old Duroc's blow, allowing the vague black shadow to cut through the space unimpeded, and finally close to his own face.

"Hmm...... Not! ”

In fact, as early as that moment, at that moment, the old Duroc in the middle of that picture already felt that something was wrong, but he was in a state of high mental tension, but he had no way to figure out what was wrong. It wasn't until later, when Old Duroc recalled the scene, that he slowly understood what the awkward feeling that made him uncomfortable all over his body was.

Carl - the old monster, the old pervert, the look on his face when he flipped back, his head back, his nosebleed in a graceful arc in the air, and almost formed a rainbow bridge with only red - he was laughing! With his eyes closed, he looked as if he was enjoying the most comfortable service in the world, and he was ascending to heaven, and he was extremely satisfied and happy, like an addict who had just gotten high!

But in any case, the old Duroc was still in a good mood at that time. He successfully countered Karl and successfully re-inflicted damage on him, which made him feel that he still had the possibility of fighting and even defeating Carl. The corners of his mouth finally gritted his teeth and raised a hard arc.

Then the next moment, the arc froze. Under his gaze, Karl's backward body did not let his back hit the ground at all, but at the moment of falling, his two hands were stretched out and propped up to the ground, and then a smooth and beautiful longitudinal axle human wheel roll regained his position.

Raising his head, the old gentleman's eyes were blazing, and he grinned with a little uncontrollable excitement, and the nosebleed dyed the part of his face below the nose red and sticky, as if he had just eaten a feast of human flesh - eaten raw.

He looked at Old Duroc, didn't deliberately increase the volume, laughed and opened his mouth, "bah" to the side two mouthfuls of blood seeping into his mouth along his lips, and then wiped two handfuls on the mouth part with a big slap. Old Duroc knew that he felt the discomfort of the plasma sticking to his skin, but in fact he had expanded the area covered by the red even more, making his entire chin a bloody red.

"Come on." Karl stretched out his hand, bent slightly, and beckoned to old Duroc like a kid playing with the neighbor, "Come again, come on!" ”

“……”

The old detective's face flushed again. His lips moved slightly, and he didn't know if he cursed again—but he must have cursed—and with a clenched fist, he pressed his fingers, and as soon as his footsteps moved, he rushed towards Karl, and in the middle of the volley, he made a good posture, and a horse step punch that gathered all his strength slammed into Karl's head from the front without any fancy fancy. He's going to completely beat this old guy's nose into a mochi this time!

Ed later commented on the old Duroc's fighting mindset when facing Carl - he called the old detective a typical "heal scar and forget the pain". Obviously, he suffered a big loss in the frontal battle, and the counterattack with all his strength was also picked up by the opponent with his face without pain - and then after being teased a little, it was as if his brain had long been wandered and lost as if he had been wandered and lost again, and he was foolishly brought into Carl's battle rhythm, and became the violin he played wantonly in his arms, and he couldn't do anything except "zizzle la" and scream wildly according to Karl's wishes, and he had no autonomy at all.

Of course, Old Duroc would never admit Ed's statement. From beginning to end, he insisted on righteous words, he was a heroic, fearless, and indomitable tough guy behavior, and he was the embodiment of the spirit of a brave man who did not abandon or give up in the face of any difficult and desperate situation.

Ed would shut his mouth and stop arguing with old Duroc every time he said that, and let him say whatever he wanted, even though it didn't matter if he was as good as he wanted. Anyway, he knows what the story will be after that heroic and fearless, indomitable tough guy brave man who never gives up and does not give up in the face of any hardship and despair. He saw it all, he knew the development after that, remembered every detail, and was so impressed that he would think about it from time to time for a long time, and then have a good time.

Karl played old Duroc around like a matador wielding a red cloth with ease. His eyes were firmly fixed on the fist that the old Duroc hit towards his head, and at that moment, he turned his head to dodge and pushed the wrist part behind the fist from the side with one hand, changing the trajectory of the old Duroc's attack, and easily defusing the old detective's reckless move with the least force.

Then in the next second, he stepped forward in a single step, directly to the crotch between the old Duroc's legs, his body was close to the old Duroc, and he punched the old Duroc in the chest with one hand.

Originally, Carl could have hit the detective in the stomach this time, just like Ed had put down the big button man before, but it was obvious that Carl had other, longer-term plans for the hard bone in front of him.

A heavy concussion exploded in his chest, and the old detective coughed out with his eyes open, staggering back uncontrollably, and before he could change his breath and react, Carl's second punch followed.

It was still the same hand, it was still the same arm, it was still the hard, stone-like fist, but this time it was rounded like a chain ball and slammed into the big face of the old Duroc.

It was not clear how hard Karl's punch had been - but in old Duroc's senses, it was a blow that shook his back molars, if not his jaw. The face on the side of his force, the cheek on the other side, maybe because of the nerve connection, there is not an inch of skin that does not hurt. Half of his face hurts, even the beard on his face!

But as the saying goes, where there is bad, there is good. Carl's fist caused the old Duroc great pain, but the pain stimulated the old Duoc's nerves and made his brain clear like never before. He clearly felt his footsteps, felt his body clearly, and clearly realized that he was being beaten, and he turned in circles while retreating, and he had already turned around and then picked up again.

Then he stopped. Very abruptly, the older and less intelligent the older the detective became, the more hardened he forcibly controlled his out-of-control body, and no matter how much damage it would cause to himself, he just stopped and terminated the ballet performance.

His face was flushed, his mouth was tightly closed, his eyes were staring, he kept his sideways stop, and then raised his leg and kicked Karl sideways.

Karl's eyes lit up with excitement at that moment. All gentlemen have one thing in common—and so do old gentlemen, and even more so with old gentlemen—and beneath their seemingly perfect exteriors lies a beast.

Carl has been a gentleman all his life - in other words, he has been raising beasts for the rest of his life. Originally, today, just now, and now, he had higher-level goals and higher-level instructions to carry out, but he left them all behind. Old Duroc – too perfect, too tasty, too irresistible. This tenacious tough guy, this idiot who doesn't know how to lie down, he managed to touch something delicate, tickling in Carl's heart, and aroused some terrible addiction that he had controlled very well.

Now, the beast has been released. Following the smell of blood, it ran out of the deepest part of the forest with four paws!

"Come!"

There was no intention of dodging at all, Carl used his head, his own braincase, and his temple to take the old Duroc's kick, as if someone had been hit with a baseball bat, and his body was crooked, and his neck was almost bent at ninety degrees - but his legs, which were roughly tied into a horse's step, did not shake for a moment, and stood firmly in place, and he really withstood the old detective's sparing blow so hard.

“……”

Looking at this scene, the corners of the old detective's mouth grinned, as if he had only seen a ghost cat. But before he could react otherwise, Karl suddenly grabbed his ankle, took a step forward, and thrust upward—

Under the action of great force, the old detective's body was forced to turn in a circle in the air like a large windmill, and his feet fell to the ground unsteadily. And just as he looked up, Karl rushed directly in front of him with a gust of wind whistling like a leopard, stretched out a hand and grabbed him by the neck, grabbed him upward, and then slammed him to the ground.

"It's fun," Carl said with a bloody smile, looking at old Duroc, "it's fun—detective!" ”