It's already good that they haven't resorted to violence, helping would be like turning oneself in, right?
Relying on the perception of his mechanical life, he vaguely sensed a third person appearing in the mist, that guy must have been tailing the motorcycle man along the way.
May fortune be with you, unlucky soul.
Just as the Jack of All Trades was about to leave, he felt the third person stop, then quickly move toward him.
He was just about to flee when he saw a serrated machete emerge from the mist and slash at his shoulder.
He watched the Black Robe charging out of the mist, his face full of confusion and anger, why him?
The Black Robe seemed to sense his dissatisfaction and said in a coarse voice, "Found a higher quality prey."
Dozens of meters away, Booker was anxiously starting his motorcycle.
He was tracing leads on last night's suicide bomber, making his way to the south shore of Hills River, only to encounter this situation.
