Beyer's sudden betrayal, Weiss did not know whether he was alive or dead.

The other had no idea what was going on, but instinctively made him swing his sword and attack Bair.

Using the reverse force of that kick, Baier took a few steps back to avoid the slashing blade.

"What the hell are you doing?" The anger on the face of one of Ves's other subordinates was obvious, and he didn't rush to attack again, but just looked at Vis out of the corner of his eye.

There's no movement there.

He was a little anxious, and a little cold sweat was already oozing from his forehead.

"What am I doing?" said Beyer, with a faint smile on his face, "I'm just doing what happens every day in the slums, haven't I been weird all these years?

Reese was stunned when he heard this, his small eyes staring at Beyer, and his eyeballs were about to shrink to the size of a pin's eye.

He clenched the short sword in his hand tightly and shouted, "You want to take the credit for Boss Weiss in front of those adults?

"Haha!"

Bair laughed maniacally.

"You're naïve, Reese, do you think those people care if we live or die, I bet they've even forgotten what Vis looks like, they just know that there's a bunch of beggars doing things for them. ”

Beyer's eyes were cold, "Vis didn't get any promises from those adults, he was just fantasizing about a good ending, perhaps, he is the only one who will benefit in the end, and we will continue to be poor ghosts in the slums!"

"So you're going to kill us all and take the credit yourself?" Reese was completely shocked, "You're here for this, I thought you'd have taken refuge in Malu!"

"Marlu?" Bair was still smiling, "that's just a clown, and Weiss is right on that, he's a piece of in front of the real big guys!"

"You're not even a piece of!" Reese said coldly, "Don't forget, if it weren't for Boss Ves, you'd be mud in the stinking gutter next to you!"

"What's the use of saying this, Reese, after tonight, you'll be gone forever, and I'll get what I want!"

Byer's eyes flashed, his expression remained the same, he wouldn't change his decision.

"So—" Reese held the short sword across his chest with his right hand, and took out a short crossbow with his left hand from under the clothes around his waist, "If I kill you, won't the credit be mine?"

"Of course, everyone else has already been dealt with except for Art and you!" Bair threw away the torch in his hand, "So, if you're confident, then, you can try!"

Following the sound of Beyer's voice, the torch rolled a few times on the ground, and then sank into a puddle of sand, and the flame slowly extinguished as if swallowed by darkness.

The surroundings were once again plunged into darkness, and the faint moonlight was blocked by the dilapidated ruins around them.

In the darkness, the two could only see each other's approximate figures.

They don't have a language anymore.

After more than ten seconds of silence, the two acted at the same time.

Soon after the sound of exceptionally clear footsteps sounded from the darkness, the sound of weapons colliding with weapons "ding!" also followed.

This was followed by the grinding of iron tools that made the scalp tingle, and the sound of two crossbow arrows breaking through the air.

"Poof!"

"Hmm!"

Someone got an arrow!

Then came the sound of messy footsteps, one of the two men chasing, the other on the run.

The battle will soon have a result.

One of them must return to the embrace of the goddess.

"Pounce!"

Someone fell to the ground.

"Byer, I curse you, I curse you with my soul, curse you..."Dark Reese roared madly, he didn't beg for mercy, he knew it was the most useless way to survive.

Bair didn't speak, and in the darkness, a shadow could be vaguely seen holding a short sword, and then slashed down without hesitation, and when the cold light flashed, the roar that resounded through the sky also disappeared.

"Whew!"

Byer let out a long sigh of relief, and although his plan was close to success, he didn't have a trace of joy or excitement.

He felt a little bored.

It was something he had done on an impur of the moment, and he didn't know why he had those thoughts all of a sudden.

He just knew that he really didn't want to stay in the slums.

If there is any way to get out of here, he is willing to give everything.

It's not that he doesn't trust Weiss, but in the slums, he understands a truth: people are always selfish, and when faced with choices, they tend to ignore others.

So, just in case, he had to do it, and he couldn't afford to wait.

He didn't want to wait any longer.

After making sure that Reece was completely out of breath, Byer threw away the bolt in his left hand and held down his abdomen, where he had just been wounded and blood was pouring from the gap in his palm.

"Is that what you want?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice came, causing Byer's body to froze, and he smiled wryly, "It seems that I am right, you really don't die so easily, Boss Weiss!"

As soon as the words fell, Bayer's body rolled to the side, and his left hand, which had just held the wound, took out a small short crossbow from his lower back, and pulled the trigger in the direction of Vess.

"You should know that after I have a defense, you will not be my opponent, I don't want to fight you, you can break it yourself!" Ves's words came from the darkness again.

Byer turned abruptly and shouted in the direction where the voice came from, "Do you think I'm going to be so stupid? You're also hurt! Then let's fight and see who is stronger!"

Beyer's head kept spinning, and his feet involuntarily slowly retreated.

After Byer growled, Vess didn't speak again.

At this moment, only the sound of Baier's messy footsteps could be heard in the darkness, and it seemed that Vis had left.

But Baier knew that Weiss was nearby, he knew his boss too well, and the other party must be waiting for the opportunity to kill him with one blow.

Time is slowly slipping away.

Byer's heart slowly sank to the bottom, he wanted to escape, but he didn't have the courage to take a step, the wound in his abdomen was bleeding all the time, and he was now weak.

If he didn't end the fight and treat his wounds as soon as possible, he would most likely die from blood loss.

"You've won, Boss Vess!" said Beyer, throwing his dagger to the ground.

He had lost his fighting spirit, and he knew he had lost.

But he did not regret it, there was only a thin line between death and victory.

"Poof!"

At the moment when the short sword fell to the ground, a sharp blade pierced Byer's throat, and he subconsciously looked down to see that the light on the blade was very obvious in the darkness.

Am I going to die?

At this moment, he had no fear, and a special sense of relief arose in his heart.

This feeling is like the short-term satisfaction after the high tide, which makes people feel better unconsciously.

He subconsciously looked up.

Why is it so dark?

This was Beyer's final impression.