Neither cats nor mice bite off a person's head. So Charinder isn't really talking about cat and mouse, and in the rushing street language, cat and mouse fights refer to the power of fire. There is no king or lord in the rushing capital, and naturally there is no army to control the law and order, and the relationship between people here is very fragile, but because of this fragility, no one dares to break it easily. Unless, there are enough people who stand with them, because there are more people, many things don't have to be done by themselves, and many costs don't have to be paid by themselves, and if what you want to do fails, it is a group rather than a specific individual who will be retaliated against.

Therefore, just as the Felt Avenue is a dwarven gathering area, the city is actually full of various groups, and when there are contradictions between them, especially those that are difficult to reconcile, the most primitive and effective means of solution will be turned back up. Fortunately, people who have lived in this city for a long time know its rules, and they must respect those who are outside of conflict, so the fire between the forces also has its rules. They must consider the time, place, and scope of the impact, and they must also warn the residents involved. And the residents of the city have long been accustomed to this.

The frequent fires also contributed to the flourishing of another industry in the City of Rush, and that was mercenaries. After all, not every force will cultivate its own professional armament, and the cost is too great, and the effect may not be good enough. On the contrary, the mercenaries who take money to do things are the absolute main force in the firefight, they bring their own equipment, they are trained, and they will not become a long-term burden. Based on this, the battle between the forces is actually more of a property rivalry, and whichever side pays more money and hires more and stronger mercenaries can have an advantage in the fire merger and defeat or force their opponent to make concessions.

However, when both sides of the battle are mercenaries, the so-called fire is actually a little sour. After all, they are usually business peers who are employed on both sides and have to face each other with swords on the street, so in such a battle, most of the mercenaries will symbolically cut down their opponents, and then use conventional code words or gestures to discuss with each other how much they will charge for sparing their lives. In this way, in fact, there will not be many casualties in the fire, at most, the price is not negotiated and is crippled by retaliation, or it is really unlucky to encounter a ruthless enemy.

Therefore, some forces will hire mercenaries and send a few overseers to record the battlefield situation, so as to prevent the mercenaries on both sides from conspiring to act and cheat commissions afterwards. So, is it feasible to deliberately kill the opposing Warovers in the midst of the fire, thereby escalating the conflict between the opposing mercenaries and their employers, and thus achieving victory?

"Uhh The eyes under the hood showed for a moment that he couldn't bear it, but he still dragged the unlucky guy holding his throat into the corner, and shook it off the bloody stain on the blade.

This is the third one. The assassin saw that the other man's eyes were losing light, and he turned and climbed the wall of the building three times and twice. He is very good at it, probably because of the structure of the limbs on the exposed hands and feet, which resemble rodent claws more than the palms and soles of human hands. The rodent-like Assassin had completely disappeared from the sight of the firefighters in a few swings, and he silently climbed to the roofs of the nearby buildings, condescendingly observing the position of the crowd, and the dim sky seemed to have no effect on him.

The location of the next target is not difficult to find, and it is not difficult to find a less similar person in a group of mercenaries. It's just that maybe it has something to do with the previous successes, that target is being protected by three or four heavily armed mercenaries, who obviously don't want to get a bounty because of the fact that no one has recorded it, and is vigilantly observing the surroundings. It's a pity that for him, the protection of a few people is not out of reach. Gently touching the back of his waist to confirm the number of throwing knives, he already had a plan of action. He was getting more and more proficient at doing it now, and when he first came to this city, he would be cornered by two people.

"Boom!" the slight noise was not noticeable in the wind on the river. But he heard, not only did he hear, his body had already reacted before his consciousness, and he rolled forward and fell from the high platform to the ridge in front of him, with a crossbow bolt stuck in the place where he had been standing. Things are starting to get interesting, and while I don't know why the other person is doing it to them, it's obviously more fun and challenging than hunting those few boring prey, and playing with another lurker. He began to move quickly through the upper floors of the house, using the chaotic structure to block out the enemy's view while also keeping an eye out of the shadows.

Hunter games in complex cities are nothing like being in the forest, where there is no dirt to faithfully record footprints, and no branches and shrubs to reveal the target's tracks. The duel between the rooftop verandahs is a battle that tests both sides' reflexes, athleticism, and the grasp of the occlusion relationship between buildings. More often than not, you can't be sure if the enemy is still wandering around the area.

Stepping lightly over a wooden stake protruding from the wall, his much lighter body than a human made it very convenient for him to move. Although the price is that his power will inevitably fall to the upper hand when confronting humans. That's why those who train him tend to teach him technical fighting methods, and he must learn to turn his physical disadvantage into an advantage in order to be truly comfortable in combat. Fortunately, the terrible change took away his power and did not compensate him, and the enhancement of his hearing and vision made him an astute killer. But that's not as much as the enhancement of another sense, the sense of smell.

The wandering he had started from just now seemed to be hiding himself, but he was intentionally or unintentionally exposing his tracks to the other party. The purpose is to lead the archer away from the position where the arrow was shot. He had to go around in a circle, around to that place, where there must be the smell of the other party, and as long as he could smell it, the other party would never escape from his hands again. He was soon given the opportunity.

The smell, pungent like a steel needle, had only been the reaction of him in the most foul-smelling pit before he had taken on this form. Today, he is accustomed to receiving this new sense and using it as his powerful weapon. In order to put this ability to good use, he has done his best to collect and memorize all kinds of scents that he may encounter every day, which has given him skills that even his master does not necessarily possess.

Young women, dressed in leather-like clothing, mostly cowhide mixed with the smell of some knitted fabrics, did not carry a large number of metal weapons, and... Did she have a cat with her? The message from the smell made him frown slightly, and he was a little confused, because a normal assassin should have an abundant metallic smell and should not have a cat with him. It's just that his doubts didn't last long.

Shadows, descending from above, claws, narrowly missed the eyes. His instinctive reaction saved his life again, but the attack revealed his true face under his hood.

"I thought you looked sneaky, but I didn't think you were a rat. The slender figure on the beam sarcastically spoke in a guttural voice. However, the speaker is not much more normal than the nezumi.

Jerry appeared in front of a large cat in clothes, her body shape and even body shape were no different from humans, except that her skin had a layer of fine fluff, and her face was more like a cat. The catwoman, staring at the nezumi with a defiant gaze, stretched out her barbed tongue and gently licked the blood from her paws.