"It's really not playable, it's a lot worse than the last one."

Looking at the woman on the bed who was no longer human, Makas. Roya spat disdainfully, then knocked on the door, signaling for someone outside the door to come in.

"Why are you playing like this again? As you know, it's not easy to transport these women from the Eastern District, and our small store can't afford to consume them like this. ”

"Huh?"

Hearing that this wrinkled old woman dared to chatter, Marcus immediately glanced at him with an extremely cold-blooded look, causing the latter to immediately close his mouth.

Rubbing his temples, which were a little sore because his desire had not been fully vented, Marcus impatiently threw down a stack of pound-long bills, and admonished by the way.

"Next time you ship a better cargo, you'll only get more than this."

Glancing at the old mother who was excited at the sight of the golden pound, Marcus began to dress in disgust.

I can't kill her yet, or I won't have fun for the next few weeks.

In other words, this is the first few small shops that have been closed down by themselves this year?

Marcus got up and kicked aside the old woman, who was counting the gold pounds, and prepared to leave impatiently, intending to go to a nearby alley to replenish her shriveled purse.

But the next moment, he froze in place again.

"What's wrong with you? Anything else? ”

After counting the gold pounds, the old mother looked at Marcus with some confusion, not knowing why he blocked the door and didn't go out.

Do you want to find another one?

Before the old mother's doubts could be opened, she was stunned to find that Marcas's head seemed to be shifting little by little, and the red blood was like a rope of death, slowly flowing down from his neck, and the warm feeling stimulated the old mother's visual nerves, making her eyes widen and want to scream.

However, her neck did not know when this scarlet liquid was leaking, and she could not make any sound.

Grunt...

The two wide-eyed, dead-eyed heads fell to the ground, and they didn't even know what was going on before they were in a different place.

In the silent and oppressive atmosphere, a slow footstep sounded slowly, and the figure also appeared in the light of the candlelight.

"Tsk, what a scumbag."

Anthony, who had a northerner's face, did not hide the disgust in his eyes, and with a wave of his hand, he let the precipitated mass of extraordinary characteristics come to his hands.

This is belonging to Marcas. The extraordinary properties of Roya.

"It's really cheap for you to die like this."

Hearing the noise outside the shop, Anthony knew that it was the police who had called the police in advance.

Let's hope they can find out about this criminal chain.

Shaking his head helplessly, Anthony looked at the woman lying on the bed with pity, who seemed to be still a little alive, and her figure gradually disappeared into the darkness.

——

"This is simply too arrogant, this is already the first number of dead?"

In a hotel, dozens of police officers are cordoning off the scene. Guise said angrily, clenching his fists.

In front of him, it was like a man with his head on the ground and no breath of life, and looking at the expression on his face, it was not difficult to judge that the deceased had been killed defenselessly.

"But, Captain Potter, this deceased is the same as the previous ones, and a thug who often loots and plunders... Now the people are grateful to that 'righteous knight'. ”

The team member on the side said cautiously, causing Potter's brow to furrow again.

"I know he's killed people who defended the law, but why wasn't he?!"

Speaking of this, Potter felt a little pain in his head again, and he had already given a death order to let him find the "righteous knight", even if the other party killed the most vicious criminals.

However, if there is no clue and no evidence, where do you want him to find someone?

"Forget it, old rule, let's carry it back for burial first."

Potter waved his hand helplessly, took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it, took a deep breath, felt the burning sensation in his throat, and let out a long sigh.

He's not a man who only thinks about death...

Meanwhile, dozens of miles away from the hotel, Anthony was sitting in his office at the Laxister printing house, his eyes closed, until the light in his hand faded and he slowly opened it.

"Another extraordinary characteristic of a 'secret prayer person', it seems that showing his face at a party is something that only a madman of the Aurora Society would do."

In the past week, in order not to be traced, Anthony has deliberately staggered the time and killed the extraordinary people who showed their faces at the party.

Of course, the premise is that the vicious side of the company is confirmed, and Anthony does not consider himself to be an innocent murderer.

This is not far from the gram.

"The 'Scavenger' potion is nearing the end of digestion, and it is estimated that it will be completely digested in another week or two, and it is time to focus on finding the ingredients for the formula."

Spreading out his palms, Anthony could clearly feel the abilities he now mastered other than his own sequence-

"Distort", "Resist the Wind", "Change", "Create Toxic Mist".

Well... The last one is the "Abyss" pathway, the ability of Sequence 8 Cold-Blooded.

Of course, Anthony only "scavenged" the ability of the "cold-blooded", and did not inherit the side effects of losing his conscience and flowing with evil desires.

However, in this way, the ability gained is really pitiful.

There are quite a few extraordinary people in Beckland, but they are not in a situation where Anthony can be slaughtered, and it seems that the matter of supplementing other sequence abilities can only be talked about when he goes to sea later.

There are quite a few extraordinary people there, and most of them are blood-stained people...

Knocking on the table and thinking for a few seconds, Anthony thought it would be better to inform Forth and Hugh that it would be better for them both to continue to abstain from attending the party.

After all, most of the people he killed were Aurora Society madmen, and he was a newcomer to the last party, so it was hard not to be recognized by Mr. A, even if they were wearing cloaks.

"Mr. Nidora, this is last week's marketing volume, please take a look."

Suddenly, Inst knocked on the door, and walked in at Anthony's signal, holding a slightly thick ledger in front of the latter.

To be honest, he is much calmer now than he was a week ago, not because the sales of the novel have fallen, but because his mental capacity has become stronger.

Seeing that the previous records were surpassed one by one, Inst even felt that it was only a matter of time before the Laxister Printing House became the first printing house in the Kingdom of Rune.

Of course, this is all thanks to the magical Mr. Nidora!

Oh, praise to Mr. Nidorah!

Unbeknownst to Anthony, his subordinate had even begun to convert his beliefs, he just glanced at the ledger casually and signaled that he could go down.

He didn't think that his men would dare to deceive him.

"It's really lonely to travel here for a month and a half, and become a million-pound rich man."

After seeing Inst walk out, Anthony took a sip of cheap black tea and sighed leisurely.

He suddenly wanted to see Ke Qian soon.