You don't even know who the boss of our Savoyard is, and you have to ask me? Then I don't even know that our boss is the "chief" of the secret organization "Iron Cross", and we belong to the peripheral organization...... Hearing the other party's question, many thoughts flashed through Lumien's mind, and he inserted his right hand into his pocket.

He immediately had three guesses:

One, the boss Gardner. Some of the secret things Martin did through the Savoyard Party, such as letting "Rat" Christo smuggle a strange item in, which was noticed by some people or certain forces, and planned to investigate the gang and catch the manipulators behind the scenes;

Second, the members of the Savoyard Party offended people who should not be offended, and were approached by the other party;

Third, after the fall of the Stinger Gang, the Savoyard Party expanded rapidly, attracting the attention of certain forces and being targeted. "

In the flash of thought, Lumian quickly ruled out the first two possibilities, because whether it was a secret matter that was detected, or who offended someone, the person who was asked the question "Who is the boss of the Savoyard Party" should not be him!

Normally, whoever does something secret will be "visited" by the investigator first, and similarly, whoever offends someone will inevitably deal with him or the leader who provided him with shelter first, and Lumian has not really been involved in the secret affairs of the Savoyard Party, and has not supported any of his subordinates recently.

More importantly, the guy on the other side directly asked about the "identity of the boss of the Savoyard Party", not who or who belonged to your Savoyard Party or whether you had done something on a certain year, month, or day.

Accordingly, Lumian was highly inclined to have a certain force or person who had taken a fancy to the Savoyard party and intended to absorb it.

Of course, it is not excluded that the rival gang accidentally came into contact with the strong man and asked him to help take out the boss of the Savoyard party.

But in either case, their knowledge of the Savoyard party is very rudimentary, and they have not even mastered Gardner. Martin's superficial identity was just to inquire about who the most famous Savoyard member was recently, and he went directly to the door to "visit".

"In other words, they are treating the Savoyard Party as a regional gang with a small number of extraordinary people for the time being, and dealing with such a gang, it is obviously impossible to send a real strong person, and they can't afford it, even if they can have a middle sequence, even if they attach great importance to it, it doesn't even exceed the 6th ...... of the sequence" Just two or three breaths of time, Lumian made a rough judgment.

Seeing that he remained silent, did not answer his question immediately, and showed signs of drawing a weapon, the tall man with vigorous hair, dark eyes, and a brown and yellow wide-brimmed round hat snorted coldly, and his expression and eyes revealed obvious danger.

Almost at the same time, Lumian felt the darkness around him weigh a little, squeezing the faint glow of the streetlights in the distance and the crimson moonlight falling from above the area.

The darkness coalesced like frost, slowly but surely seeping into Lumian's skin, flesh, and bones, and he was inexorably terrified.

That's the intensity? Lu Mian, who has experienced a big scene, said "heh" in his heart.

He looked at the sturdy man with gray hair, wearing a linen shirt and a brown jacket, as if he was a little frightened, and blurted out, "It's Gardner. Martin! Gardner, a member of the Savoy Chamber of Commerce. Martin!"

The man nodded in satisfaction and asked further, "Where does he usually live?"

What a "lion" Charles, what a ruthless, fierce, crazy and powerful gang leader, and other gang members are no different!

They are gangsters, they will only bully people who are weaker than themselves, they will only rely on the support of gangs behind them, and they will merge with other gangsters, once they meet really powerful people and simple dark spells, they will expose their inner cowardice and cowardice!

Lumian swallowed his saliva with difficulty and said, "He lives, he lives at 11 Quanshui Street."

Speaking of this, Lumian seemed to wake up suddenly: "Let me tell you, our boss is a member of the Secret Organization, and his strength is even more terrifying than you think!"

A member of the Covert Order? The broad-shouldered man was stunned for a moment, and then smiled.

What a bonus!

Charles the Lion was even more timid than I thought, and even told such important information!

The man's chin was raised a little higher, and he sneered in a low voice, "Did I tell you that I am also a member of the Secret Order?" A very old hidden organization. “

With these words, the oppression of the surrounding darkness became stronger.

Is it? I really don't see it...... Lumian seriously considered whether to lure this guy and the forces behind him to the boss, to see what would happen if the two covert organizations collided, and to see if the "Predator-Blooded Cross" might reveal more secrets.

After a short silence, Lumian seemed unable to bear the pressure of the darkness, and his right hand and arm in his coat pocket trembled slightly: "I don't know, I don't know, the boss didn't tell us the specific name!"

The man examined Lumian for a few seconds, deciding that he really shouldn't know the details of the secret organization.

In a regional gang like this, at best, the boss himself is a member of a covert organization.

The man couldn't hide his hideous laughter: "Then you take me to No. 11 Quanshui Street."

As soon as he finished speaking, he pounced on Lumian, so fast that he almost dragged out the afterimage. "

Almost at the same time, his fingernails popped out, long and sharp, shimmering with metallic glow that reflected the dark hue.

The Lumian in his dark eyes not only did not fear enough to give up the resistance, or panicked but slowly dodged, but stretched out his right hand that had just been inserted in his coat pocket.

The hand grasped a fist-sized fireball that was blazing white to bright, and threw it at its target as if it were giving a gift.

Fireball...... Incandescent ...... The man, whose face and back of his hands had grown a rub of short gray hair, was too fast and too close to turn around, and as soon as these two thoughts flashed through his mind, he collided with the condensed blazing white fireball.

Bang!

In the restrained and low sound of explosion, the man's abdomen was directly exploded, and the flesh and blood were blurred, exuding an obvious burning smell.

After being asked who the Savoyard leader was, Lumian inserted his right hand into his coat pocket, but not to hold it

Weapons, to guard against attacks, but through the cover of clothing, constantly create crimson flames in the palms, condensing them layer by layer, compressing them to a minimum.

By the time the man attacked, the color of the flames in his palms had turned white, and the explosion was no less powerful than a "huge fireball", and the power was more concentrated, with the effect of burning through the skin.

If it weren't for the enemy's speed exceeding Lumian's expectations, the blazing white fireball hit the target as soon as it was thrown, and it didn't climb up, and Lumian had a high probability of seeing the opponent's neck blown off the spot. "

In the boom, the man was blown away, and Lumian himself was affected by the aftermath, staggering backwards, falling and turning a few times.

The two men stood up in no particular order, Lumian's shirt and waistcoat were burned and torn, and several pieces of skin had been damaged.

He saw a huge irregular wound in the man's abdomen, and the blood-stained intestines were flowing out and stuffed back in, and the surface was broken and charred.

This is obviously a very serious injury, but the man is not incapacitated, he holds his abdomen on the side, no

Let the intestines and other internal organs be thrown out, and let out a low roar of pain, anger and violence.

With a low roar, a tuft of short gray hair grew on his body, and the whole person became like a giant wolf standing up.

His broken intestines began to wriggle, as if to reconnect them, his charred skin slowly healing, and the huge crack in his abdomen was forcibly closed by the palm of his hand, and the flesh and blood interacted little by little.

What a strong vitality...... Seeing this scene, Lumian let out a heartfelt exclamation.

He felt that as long as he was given enough time, the other party would be healed!"

The other party's performance and state reminded him of several passages recorded in Aurore's witchcraft notes:

"Werewolves", sequence 7 of the 'prisoner' pathway, a category of 'xenomorphs', they are controlled by bloodlust and the desire to kill when they are full moon or in a state of near-uncontrolled emotion, and involuntarily become real werewolves.

"They possess terrifying strength, agility and speed, excellent self-healing, and their claws and teeth are strong and sharp, and they are poisonous, equivalent to the Extraordinary weapons of the same sequence, capable of breaking thin steel plates.

"They also know a handful of dark spells that can turn normal humans into monster-like but short-lived puppets.

"Werewolves are more often found in the southern continent, and in the northern continent they are always associated with various terrorist activities......

Unexpectedly, when he encountered a "werewolf" extraordinary....... Lumian did not give the other party time to ease his injuries, and a crimson fire crow condensed behind him, circling and flying towards the target.

The "werewolf" didn't wait either, clutching his stomach, pinching his wounds, and approaching Lumian in an arc at great speed.

Most of the fire crows with initial lock-on ability missed, but there were still a few small changes of direction and landed on the target's body one after another, and the rumbling sound continued.

The "werewolf" had several more wounds, all of which were charred and bloody.

Relying on his strong recovery ability, despite his injuries, he quickly narrowed the distance between himself and Lumian.

You have to fight this "fireman" who is good at spells in hand-to-hand combat, and tear the opponent to pieces with his sharp and poisonous claws.

At some point, the darkness around Lumian further eroded him, making him feel a certain cold on the summer night, and he was slightly affected.

In the blink of an eye, a layer of crimson flames erupted from his body, bringing a scorching warmth.

In the next second, Lumian turned around and ran wildly, avoiding the attack of the "werewolf's" claws.

This makes the "werewolf", whose mind is full of bloodlust and desire to kill, feel that the other party is afraid, that the target has used all his strength, and has little experience in similar battles.

He chased after him, and in a few steps he was behind Lumian.