Dior quickly shuttled through the shadows of various buildings, maintaining a relatively safe speed, that is, not letting the people behind catch up, and not letting his figure disappear from the view of the pursuers.

The direction of his running is a small park not far from this neighborhood, and it is also the place where he often practices martial arts on weekdays. The street that had been blocked before was less crowded, but it was inevitably passing, and it was close to home, so it was not a good place to fight these Remy Henton people, and the park was very suitable for the quiet and deserted at this time.

Dio is not worried about his own safety, just because of the little people he found just now, there is no way to deal with him, he can run at any time if he wants to run, and there are two things that make him a little worried - family and martial arts.

Since Remy Henton dared to choose to do it now, it must have been fully prepared, and even he had encountered so many people to intercept him, not to mention Lynch and Rosalind, they must have encountered a lot more pressure. And Valen and Prague, who happened to leave, could their departure be another conspiracy? All this made Dior a little worried, and he had to go back to the martial arts hall as soon as possible to figure out the current situation.

On the other hand, he is also worried that if he runs away like this, will these people go directly to his house and arrest his family to blackmail him? Although no one will take the initiative to use this method as a last resort, after all, everyone has a family, and once you open your mouth, it is difficult to ensure that others will not make a fuss about your family. But I'm not afraid of 10,000, I'm afraid of what if, the rules are useful if someone follows them, and if no one abides by them, it's not as good as toilet paper, he doesn't want to take this risk. Therefore, he deliberately provoked the two leaders of the Remy Henton Company to make them pay all their attention to him, and then solve them all at once in the park, and then go to the martial arts hall after sweeping away the troubles.

As I ran and pondered, the dark red walls of the park came into view.

Dio looked back, the short man was still hanging behind him, slowly closing the distance between the two under his secret waterproofing, and in his heart, his pace suddenly accelerated, as if he was desperately running in a panic, and in a few strokes he ran into the shadows of the park wall, and ran over the fence and inside.

But after a few seconds, the short man in hot pursuit scurried up to the edge of the wall, looked left and right at the previous position of Dior, and then jumped down and chased in.

"Do you think you can run?"

Two figures, one in front and one behind, were running quickly in the park, and this environment coupled with this time period made the two run without seeing half of the other figures along the way.

Run along the park trail, flanked by gardens and trees, which are particularly dim in the shade of the dim street lamps. Seeing that it was almost from the expected position, Dio suddenly scurried to the side and hid in the shade of the trees on the side.

Seeing this, the short man behind did not hesitate to follow the direction of Dior, but the moment he entered the shadows, an extreme sense of crisis suddenly appeared in his heart, and his hairs stood up, frightening others to forcibly turn around in mid-air and roll out to the right.

As he rolled, a silver light flashed in the short man's field of vision, just past where he had been running, and a moment later a tearing pain came from behind him, but his heart was full of luck - if he hadn't dodged, it would have been his throat that had been torn, not just a flesh wound in the back.

The short man continued to roll a few times, avoiding imaginary enemy pursuits before he stood up, warily looking at the shadow that had wounded him.

In the shadows, Dio paced leisurely, smiling at the short man, his eyes flashing with a mysterious dark golden light.

"It's worthy of being an older brother, but it's a little smarter than a younger brother. He stood silently, the fingers of his right hand flicked, some rags stuck in his nails falling in the wind, and when he looked closely, his fingers were not at all what they should be, and the nails were like daggers that bent forward long, shining with a palpitating chill.

"You killed my brother?!" the short man asked in a deep voice, suppressing his anger.

"Yes, just like just now, I'm in front, he's behind, and then ......" Dio raised his right hand and waved it lightly into the void in front of him, making a soft snort.

"It's beautiful to have a dazzling flame extinguished, isn't it?"

"Die!" the short man lunged at Dio.

"Pathetic. ”

Dio chuckled, and slid forward silently under his feet, like an osprey gliding across the water, leaping forward, and then swooping down, his right hand in the air with five gorgeous and cold silver trails, overlapping towards the short body.

Sizzle.

The two passed by, and there was a sound of a sharp blade cutting through their clothes.

The originally faint bloody aura suddenly thickened.

Dio turned around, his eyes flashing with the cold gaze of a predator, and said condescendingly: "Poor man who can't recognize the gap, say, what is your plan for today? ”

"Hey...... It's wrong, it's all wrong, they even said that you are just a novice who has just practiced martial arts...... Ahem...... "The short man half-knelt on the ground, looked down at the clothes with the blood stains on his chest that were expanding rapidly, and laughed miserably, "No wonder my brother died at your hands, you brought me here was also premeditated, but don't be complacent, the Gray Scale Martial Arts Hall is over...... You can't escape, and your family...... Ahem...... It's all dead......"

"Yes. Dio slowly paced to the short man's side, graceful like a lion with his head patrolling his territory, kicked the short man to the ground, and then stepped on his throat, "It's a pity you can't see it." ”

There was a click, and in Dior's cold gaze, the short man with a broken throat bone struggled for a few moments and did not move.

He stared at the corpse at his feet for a moment with flickering eyes, and his mood was a little complicated. It's not the first time for him to kill someone, it's not his care, the life of someone is not so precious in his eyes, and the martial arts he practices seem to be inclined to kill, and he can't help but kill every time he fights.

He already understood why several of his brothers and sisters had devoted themselves to the most dangerous work to practice, the martial arts of the Gray Scale Martial Arts Hall was the naked way of killing, and practicing the Gray Scale Secret Method made the abilities originally obtained from the Book of Origin also begin to change towards this bloody path.

At that moment, he turned back sharply, and saw that the rest of his pursuers had finally arrived.

Bang!

As soon as he stepped on it, the soil and grass roots burst and scattered, and Dior rushed out of the woodland in a few steps, facing the strong men.

Although those strong men didn't see the short man die at the hands of Dior, they all felt the extreme threat that was rushing to their faces, and they took out their weapons and slashed at Dior.

In the face of the attacking murder weapon, Dior's face did not change in the slightest, and the cadence suddenly changed, and the whole person turned to the right front, a leap, just over the head of the enemy on the very edge, under the head and feet, the fingers jumped gently in the air like playing a piano, and the enemy he crossed screamed and fell forward, hot blood gushed out from the huge wound on the back of his neck, and almost a moment later he could only lie on the ground and convulse.

After landing on the ground, Dio didn't look at the result at all, met the two machetes, stretched his arms forward like a snake, just through the sharp blade, twisted the two arms holding the knife, and shook, a click broke sound, the two knife-wielding enemy arm bones didn't know how many pieces were broken, and they were thrown out by Dio with a scream.

As soon as they met, half of the six enemies had been gone, and the remaining enemies had not had time to be shocked and frightened, Dio's short body like a ghost shuttled forward on the ground, drawing a strange arc around the murder weapon that slashed at him, and his right claw had already slashed through the abdomen of an enemy again, and when he did not stop and flew far away again, the enemy fell to his knees with a wail, and the organs in his stomach fell to the ground with a clatter.

Boom!

Dio, who got up, kicked away the enemy on the left, and with a click on the man's waist, his body showed an unnatural twist and fell backwards, and he suddenly lost his sound.

The last one remains.

At this time, the enemy reacted that he was the only one left, and the fear suddenly spread all over his body, and he subconsciously turned around and ran, and at this time, Dio had already jumped on his side, and his right foot drew an arc of a crescent, like a tomahawk falling from the sky on the back of the last enemy, and with a loud bang, the person was knocked to the ground and didn't move.

"Give me death!"

It was only then that the other tall man in the lead was about to arrive, and when he saw the scene like a slaughter in front of him, his eyes immediately turned red, and he stepped on the ground vigorously, like a mad bull crashing towards Dior.

In the face of this power-type impact, Dior took a deep breath, and his whole person seemed to swell in a big circle, and then rushed straight away with an expressionless face.

There was a muffled sound, and the two of them retreated backwards at the same time, and the next moment, the tall man stomped on the ground behind him violently, and while stepping out of a small pit, his body also rushed forward, swinging his fist, a fist the size of Dior's head and head-sized straight towards his front door.

At the same time, Dio also rushed forward again, and the muscles of his whole body began to shake like waves, passing layer by layer to his right arm, making his right arm become extremely thick in an instant, and he slammed into the tall fist.

There was another heavy muffled sound, but at this moment it was no longer evenly divided, but Dio had an overwhelming advantage, and he actually blasted the power-type tall man out with one punch.

The tall one was thrown backwards like a sack, and after rolling on the ground for more than ten turns, he hit a tree, stopped, his pale face covered with beads of sweat, and by this time Dio had already rushed up, and his terrifying right arm smashed down again.

Poof!

The tall and strong chest was blasted out of a big hole in an instant, and it was pierced by Dio's hand at once. The tall man looked at the arm stuck in his chest in disbelief, and after a moment he swallowed without saying a word.

Withdrawing his arm, Dio looked around, and suddenly pounced towards a shadow of a tree on the side, but he was completely empty, and there was nothing.

He stood up, looked around with some confusion, and found that there was really nothing unusual before quickly leaving the scene and running towards the outside of the park.

After he left, in the shadows of the woods not far away, a figure slowly walked out.