"I'm asking you one last time, tell me the whereabouts of Su Anli or Linna. Haswal's arm that poked out from under the black robe burst out with earthworm-like cyan veins, and the palm of his powerful hand was firmly choking the neck of a middle-aged man at this moment. His face was as dark as water, his deep blue eyes were as cold as a bottomless abyss, and his low, hoarse voice sounded like the roar of some beast.

The middle-aged man's struggle became weaker and weaker, because of the lack of oxygen, the already shriveled face was covered with a dark purple shadow, and more and more red blood in his eyes poked out from the depths of the whites of his eyes like a small snake, and gradually converged along the whites of his eyes to the dilated pupils, and his trachea had been deformed due to excessive force, and at this moment he could only moan from his throat, and he couldn't hear what he was saying at all.

"Looks like you really don't know?!" Haswal let go of his hand, and the middle-aged man rolled to the ground like a kite with a broken string, coughing violently. Haswal gave him a disdainful look, then kicked the middle-aged man aside and turned his head to look at the young woman in the corner who was still shivering, "Then you can tell me...... Su Anli or Linna's whereabouts?"

The young woman and Haswal looked at each other for a moment, and their bodies convulsed, their eyes became more hollow and helpless, and they cried out "I don't know, I don't know...... Don't come, don't come...... Please......"

"Do you know, it's up to me. Haswall approached slowly, a vulture smile on his face, "Only the words of people on the verge of death are the most credible. ”

As he spoke, his arm easily lifted the young woman up like a chick with lightning speed, and his powerful five fingers quickly tightened, strangling the woman's soft neck. However, the young woman's endurance was far less than that of the middle-aged man, and after only a moment's effort, the useless dying struggle became weaker and weaker, and there was a crisp "click" sound from the soft cervical vertebrae, and the whole body was weakly paralyzed.

"It's really boring, you're in a hurry to die without saying anything?" Haswal casually threw the limp young woman aside in frustration, and cursed in a low voice, "Where the hell are those two damn women hiding? ”

At the same time, Haswal's expression became more and more cold and cruel.

"It's a pity, I didn't want your life in the first place, but since you have decided to kill all the people here, then you must also die. Haswal's gloomy face looked like some pity, and his gloomy eyes stared at the middle-aged man who was still coughing violently on the side and said slowly, "You just go down and be a companion with her first!"

He approached the middle-aged man who was struggling to stand up step by step, and the shadow cast by Haswall seemed to be invisibly enlarged many times, completely enveloping the middle-aged man in the shadow, and staring at the pair of green pupils with a strong killing intent at close range couldn't help but make the middle-aged man's remaining consciousness on the verge of collapse, and his already weak and weak body began to tremble incessantly. He wanted to run, but the strength of his whole body seemed to be drained by some kind of force in an instant, but it was already very difficult to maintain his standing, and he also wanted to say something to beg for mercy, but his trachea seemed to be destroyed, and it was difficult to breathe, and he couldn't say anything at all, and finally he could only watch the pair of rock-hard arms slowly stretch out towards him.

"Don't blame me, if you want to curse, curse those two damned women for choosing your city. Haswal's hoarse voice was like a judgment before death drew its sword, engulfing the middle-aged man's last bit of hope with an awe-inspiring killing intent.

The wind in the air seemed to change direction silently, and Haswal's raised hand froze in mid-air, slightly stunned. Just when he was surprised, an invisible air blade suddenly shot from the end of the dark alley, and the sharp noise that tore through the air was like two sharp blades rubbing against each other, and the dust and debris in the sky were rolled up and scattered on both sides of the dark alley, and when it arrived, a clearly visible trajectory spread to Haswal's feet at a speed like lightning.

"Who?" Haswal's pupils instantly constricted into a line, and the whole person jumped backwards suddenly.

The sharp sound of metal grinding faded away, and a clearly visible crack in the ground spread from the end of the dark alley. Haswal's muscular body flipped in the air and landed steadily behind him, his condensed pupils filled with some astonishment and fear, and bright red blood was dripping down his palms to the ground.

"It's really a good reflex, and the guys who came with you are all as powerful as you?"

"Failure?" Haswal looked at his bloodied palms, and his deep voice sounded like the roar of a beast, "Your sneak attack is effective, stupid?"

"Effective? No, no, no, the original plan was to cut your whole person in half. The silhouette of the man gradually appeared in Haswal's round eyes that were open with anger.

The visitor was dressed in a crisp black gown, a black top hat, a standard gentlemanly smile on his well-defined features, and a delicate black cane in his hand. At the first moment of seeing Haswal, he bowed slightly, as if he had met an acquaintance he had not seen for a long time.

"Who are you?" asked Haswal, holding back the pain coming from the palm of his hand, in a low voice.

"Oh, I haven't introduced myself yet, that's rude. The man said with an apologetic expression, "The city defense officer of Covitan, Yusri Creek, please advise." ”

"City Defense Officer?" Haswar suddenly burst into a series of irrepressible sneers, "A little City Defense Officer, do you know who I am?"

"If I'm right, Your Excellency should belong to the Holy Cult of Cessliya, eh...... Looks like it's called the Black-robed Emissary, isn't it?" Crick tilted his head slightly, his white-gloved hand stroking his cyan-covered chin in earnest.

"You know, do you know what you just did, do you know what the consequences of this are?" Haswal's contemptuous eyes flashed with surprise, but soon the anger that followed quickly swallowed all his doubts.

"The consequences may be serious, but if you are dealt with here, no one will know what is going on here, right?" Crick still maintained his usual smile, not even showing a trace of murderous aura, "The black-robed emissary of the Holy Sect died unexpectedly in a remote harbor town for no reason......?" It sounds like the news agency would come up with such a headline...... Oh, no, no, the black-robed emissary shouldn't be the object of the Cesslia Holy Sect to be made public, right...... Probably your death here will only pass through the mouths of a few archbishops dressed in a serious way, and maybe they won't have time to mourn your death...... After all, I remember them as busy people as state affairs......"

"You ......" Crick's provocation clearly angered Haswal, his fleshy face erupted with bruises, and he ripped off the side of his black robe and quickly wrapped his injured palm, roaring sarcastically, "Do you think you can win me if you succeed in your sneak attack? Or do you think you can defeat me by hurting my hand? Don't be arrogant, it's your limit to hurt my hand." Let your little city defense officer understand that a small character like you is just a clown jumping off the beam in front of us at best!"

"Really, that's so happy, I'm a clown who jumps off the beam. Creek still had a faint smile on his face, showing the gentlemanly demeanor of the nobility in his gestures, even the sword drawn was so elegant, the knight's sword hidden in the cane, "Yusri Creek, the commander of the city defense of Covitan, please advise!"

"Very well, Yusri Creek, I have made a note of the name, he will be the worst corpse to die in my hands. You don't need to know my name, you won't remember anything soon......" Haswal let out an angry growl, like a wounded lion rushing towards Creek.