Even if the terrible whispers ceased to sound, the pain and intense vertigo still tormented Grandin for a long time.

From time to time, blood flowed from his nose.

The good news is that during the fight they have moved away from the sleeping crowd. The loss of control of that badge did not cause more terrifying damage to ordinary people.

When fighting, Grandin will fight for a one-hit kill. But after the battle, he didn't have a penchant for killing others.

The living were tied up by him.

He then recovered the extraordinary properties that had been exuded from the bodies of the three Sequence 8 Extraordinaires, as well as some extraordinary items.

……

Charles felt like he had a dream.

He went back in time, back in the slums. He had an offer in his hand. At the same time, in the gloomy alley, several gang teenagers are waving to him.

He eventually chose to drop the notice and join the East Side gang. With his cold-blooded and cunning nature, he quickly made his mark in the gang and brought down everyone who stood in his way.

Finally, he stood at the top of the underworld and became the uncrowned king.

"Charles...... Do you believe in fate? ”

The picture is shattered, and everything is reshuffled. Once again, he returned to the slums and stood at the crossroads of his life to make a choice.

Over and over.

"Do you believe in fate?"

The staccato questioning was like floating in the sky.

Charles woke up slowly, and the moment he opened his eyes, he even wished he was still in that endless dream.

"Hello, Mr. Charles."

Grandin walked up to Charles, his clothes in tatters after a series of battles. But when he wears it on his body, he has a calm bearing.

"Is this a nightmare? Let me see you as soon as I wake up. ”

Charles's voice was dry, and he moved his body to find that his hands and feet were tied to a high-backed chair.

"I'm sorry, but that's the reality here."

Grandin's voice was unusually calm.

"Without you! As long as there is no you! My dream is at hand! ”

Charles's struggle stirred up the floating ash on the ground, and a shrill roar echoed through the empty warehouse.

"It's time to wake up from that dream of death and ambition, Mr. Charles."

Grandin turned and opened the door to the warehouse, and the dim light and breeze after the rain entered the enclosed space.

"I wanted to ask you if you don't regret coming this far, but it doesn't seem to be necessary."

In Charles's eyes, Grandin approached him step by step like a demon with a drumbeat.

"You...... What do you want to do? What are you doing! ”

He subconsciously asked, and suddenly felt that this sentence was a little familiar.

Isn't that what the incompetent have been saying to him?

He felt humiliated, but he still did not have the courage to face death, and the intense fear made him tremble.

"I think you already understand the feelings of those victims."

Grandin reached out and strangled Charles's neck with five powerful fingers.

"Nope! No! ”

Even when he was strapped to a high-backed chair, Charles still kicked his legs back.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Charles, please be decent. The extraordinary should not interfere with ordinary people, so it is not my turn to sanction you. ”

Grandin's hand reached into Charles' suit pocket and pulled out his wallet.

He drew out the 2 gold pound note, and took back the 100 gold pound ticket, after all this was done. He returned the wallet to Charles's pocket.

"Now, we're clear, Mr. Charles."

Grandin bent over his chest and saluted.

He closed the door to the warehouse.

The closing of the door took away the last glimmer of light from the warehouse. The only source of light in the room now are the bright red, malevolent eyes of the spirits.

A light rain fell again in the gray sky of Beckland. Grandin leaned his back against the door, lit a cigarette, and let it burn slowly between his fingers. The swirling green smoke drifted upwards and dispersed into the air as soon as the wind blew it.

Behind him was the roar of the wraith and Charles' increasingly feeble wail.

Happy revenge, Mr. Roger.

Fate is over, and the fruit is completely ripe.

……

It wasn't until Grandin got into the carriage and headed to the 'Gilded Rose' inn that he was still thinking about what had happened in this battle.

At that time, he was besieged by two Sequence 8s, and in a hurry, he burned his spirit and entered the space above the Black Lake.

When he shouted, 'I'm going to fail the next time I use the badge'. Ninety percent of the dead branches have been captured, and what he has successfully used the badge in the future. Less than 10 percent of the badges are out of control.

And there is only one future that directly attracts the high-intensity whispering of that 'existence'.

But when he puts the Fruit of Doom into the book, the whole space begins to flip.

In the black lake, the reflection of the tree jumped out of the water and became a substance. And the "tree of numerology" is blurred and sinks into the lake, turning into a shadow.

Trees are symmetrical from tree to tree, but they are completely opposite.

On the white surface of the lake, the "Numerology Tree" is green and tall, and the leaves are flourishing.

In the fate of the tree, this time 90% shows that the badge is out of control, and 10% shows normal use.

This allowed him to successfully choose the future he wanted.

But in the dark, Grandin preferred the twisted and broken branches to the vigorous tree.

Are these two sides of fate? Like heads and tails of a coin?

"Sir, the gold-encrusted roses have arrived."

The coachman's reminder interrupted his thoughts.

After paying the fare, Grandin took advantage of the night to enter the legendary hotel.

In the hotel, the carpet to the ceiling is painted with a layer of gold dust, and the air smells sweet and greasy. Several girls sat behind the curtain, and the sound of conversation and laughter came from time to time.

"Sir, do you have an invitation? Only members are allowed to enter. The male receptionist of the hotel asked with a smile in a professional tone.

"I'm looking for someone, no, I'm looking for a room that Mr. Charles has booked."

Grandin handed over his ID, the inspector of the National Police Department.

"Sir, we will not divulge members' information." The middle-aged desk desk in his forties handed back the documents and replied vigilantly.

"I think you can think again, there is no law that requires you to harbor a criminal."

Grandin handed over another 1 gold pound note.

"Sir, we are obligated to protect the privacy of any member." The front desk withdrew its gaze from the gold pound, still refusing.

"Okay, I see."

Grantin nodded in understanding.

He turned and walked to the door, then closed the door of the hotel and plugged in the latch of the door. During the action, under his bloodstained torn trench coat, two revolvers were revealed.

"Sir! Wait a minute! As I remember, Charles had an exclusive box, which was on the far right of the second floor. This is the key to his room, please take it! ”

The voice of the front desk trembled.

……

Yesterday there was plenty of rain in Beckland, and the whole city was washed.

Early in the morning, the inspector with the national character face who worked all night walked out of the police department with vague steps, and he was going home to rest.

"Mr. Grandin, why are you here!"

At the door, he bumped into Grandin.

The Inspector stared at the young gentleman in front of him with bloodshot eyes. He had a hunch that he might not have time to rest.

"Hello, Inspector. I turned myself in. ”

Grandin, with a straight back, took off his hat in greeting.