Edge of the Apocalypse

When Alan jumped down from a two-meter fence, he scared a few men who were inquiring about a prostitute. Just as they were about to curse, Alan had already run away. Suddenly, there was a rumble behind them, and an invisible impact sent them flying. They groaned and climbed up, and a masked man ran past them. One of the men was the most unlucky. Just as he propped himself up, the masked man stepped on the ground.

Only then did the few of them look back and saw that half of the wall had collapsed. It could be seen that the person who broke through the wall was in a bad mood.

The masked man was in a terrible mood.

Allen was more cunning than he had imagined and shook him off twice in the meantime. Fortunately, he was experienced and spicy, so he wasn't cheated away by a little ghost, but he couldn't catch up for a while. Alan would create chaos from time to time, just like now, when he rushed into another alley, he would crash into a few passers-by. However, he used his clever strength to knock the passers-by in his direction. He was so tired that he had to dodge these humanoid obstacles that he gave Allen a long lead.

However, he knew that no matter how quick-witted Alan was. One thing he couldn't avoid was the difference in Origin Energy levels. Allen had fought a series of dramatic battles and ran with all his might for so long. Being able to hold on until now was already considered to be an astonishing resilience. However, he estimated that he wouldn't last long. As long as he caught up with him, sooner or later, he would collapse to the ground with all his strength.

At that time, it was the time of this youth's death!

Ellen knew that, too.

Right now, he was almost at his limit. His heart was beating wildly, as if he was about to rush out of his chest. There was not much Origin Energy left, and because there was no time to stop bandaging the wounds on his body, fresh blood continued to flow out.

We must think of a way!

He got into a building window, crossed the living room, and crashed into the bedroom. The corner of his eyes swept over a chair. He immediately stretched out his legs and lifted the chair towards the bedroom window, smashing the window glass into pieces and shaking it to the ground. Alan swept sideways towards the big bed in the room. A sleepy-eyed woman emerged from the quilt on the bed. Before she could figure out what was going on, Alan had already slipped into her blanket.

Instantly, a faint fragrance assaulted his nose.

It was a pity that Alan didn't have any thoughts in his heart at this moment in the Battle Zone. The dagger in his hand lightly touched the woman's lower abdomen and said in a deep voice, "Don't speak, otherwise …"

At the end of his sentence, the masked man had already chased after him into the bedroom. The woman was shocked and let out a scream. The masked man looked at her and rushed to the window with a muffled snort. He suddenly broke through the window and continued to chase after Ellen.

Alan heaved a sigh of relief. He took out a few bills from his body and stuffed them into the woman's hand. "This is to compensate you for some losses …"

Only then did the woman see clearly that this youth, who came from nowhere and dared to dive into her blanket, was exceptionally handsome. Although she was very surprised by the youth's actions, all sorts of baffling things had not happened in Black Street. After being frightened, she calmed down and saw the money Alan had stuffed into her hand. Her eyes became even brighter.

"You have a lot of money, but elder sister doesn't have any change. What do you think we should do?"

Looking at her meaningful smile, Alan knew what she was thinking. He wasn't in the mood to ask questions. He smiled and slipped out of bed, leaving the bedroom on the same path. The woman looked disappointedly in the direction where he had disappeared. She felt that she was going to lose sleep this night.

After the masked man chased after him for a while, he found nothing. He suddenly remembered that the woman's blanket seemed to be a little wider, and she was completely capable of hiding a teenager. With a muffled snort, he turned around and chased after her. Just as the woman was dressed, the masked man knocked into the window and asked angrily, "Where is he?"

The woman trembled and pointed in the direction of the living room. The masked man rushed into the living room and saw that the living room was wide open towards the window of the street in front of the door. The masked man immediately jumped out of the window.

While he was still in midair, killing intent surged from behind him. He turned his head and saw Alan pouncing from behind in horror. The devil praised him and stabbed him in the back. The masked man did not expect Alan to be so bold. Not only did he not flee far away, he was also sure that he would turn back and intentionally stay here to give himself a knife.

After all, Keren was in midair, so he couldn't change the landing point. He could only barely twist his body and punch Alan in the chest.

Alan's eyes flashed with a cold light. He did not back down, but his chest shrank.

The two of them collided in an instant.

The Abyss Devil praised Fang Zheng for piercing into the masked man's body and suppressing his muscles and Origin Energy. As the other party's body spun, it bounced out, but Allen's blade used vibrations. The high-frequency vibrations of the blade created a long wound on the man's body. The masked man punched Ellen in the chest, and the tip of his fist collided with Ellen's protective origin energy. After the Origin Energy was shattered, it collided with the youth's body and slid away by the swinging motion of his chest. As a result, the punch from his head-on bombardment turned into a brush across Allen's chest.

Alan spat out blood and flew back like a broken kite. Only then did the masked man land on the ground. He reached out and touched his back. It was warm and hot, and was covered in blood. The wound was burning with pain, causing him to be both shocked and angry. Looking at Alan again, he borrowed the power of his punch to fly several meters backwards. As soon as he touched the ground, he quickly bounced up and turned around to fly.

The masked man felt a headache and caught up with him with a muffled snort. However, he was greatly puzzled in his heart. Although Alan had only brushed past his fist, his injuries shouldn't just be spitting out blood and continuing to flee as if nothing had happened.

However, he did not know that the punch was indeed quite uncomfortable for Alan, and his chest was filled with unbearable depression. However, after the demon praised the masked man and stabbed him with his knife, a wisp of life force flowed into Allen's body. It instantly healed Allen's wounds by three points before he had the strength to immediately escape.

This chase was really like crossing a wall and crossing an alley. Allen jumped past another wall, and his eyes suddenly lit up. He had already run into a street. At a corner not far from the street, several off-road vehicles suddenly roared out and split into three paths. Along the way, the Jemming Chamber of Commerce was still chasing after the escaping Maritan.

Alan thought to himself. When the masked man also flipped out of the fence, he happened to see Allen rushing to the side of the car. A short body slipped sideways and flashed into the bottom of the car. He grabbed the chassis of the car with his hands and feet and followed the car far away.

The masked man was so angry that he smashed his fist against the wall, causing a fist mark to appear on the wall, scaring the surrounding passers-by to look at him step by step. He just climbed over the fence and landed behind it. He took off his mask. Who else could it be if it wasn't Kodorf's combat skill teacher, Robert?

In the early hours of the morning, a taxi arrived at the gate of the castle. When the guards of the castle arrived at the carriage, they saw a pale-faced youth get out of the carriage. When he raised his silver ring, which represented the second level of authority, the castle guards hurriedly helped him into the castle and followed his instructions to inform Steward Helsing.

Only when he saw Steward Helsing did Alan feel relieved that he had fainted.

Before seven o'clock, Horn had already changed his clothes and stepped into the wing tower where Allen lived. When he arrived at his grandson's room, the smell of blood in the air caused Horn's killing intent to surge. Ellen was lying in bed, the wound had been sewn up and disinfected by the family doctor, and was now wrapped in bandages. He had already woken up. Apart from his pale face, he seemed to be fine. Horn heaved a sigh of relief.

Helsing had already set up a chair for him in front of Ellen's bed. Horn sat down and waved his hand. Helsing took the doctor and two guards out of the bedroom. After the door was closed, Horn asked softly, "Who did it?"

"I can't see her face. She's wearing a mask. But from her voice, she must be getting old." Alan went on to describe some of the other features of the masked man's body.

Hawn listened and nodded, "I see. You can rest in peace. Heal your wounds and return to the academy."

Alan had no objection to his arrangement.

After leaving the bedroom, Helen walked up and whispered to Horn, "Master, I have a preliminary understanding. Young Master Allen was attacked on Black Street. Four killers died on Black Street last night. They are all newbies who just arrived on Black Street."

"Killer? Could it be that the rat's tail was exposed again last time?" Horn snorted.

Helsing shook his head, "It shouldn't be the same mastermind behind the scenes, because the level of the assassin, the layout, and so on are too far apart."

"There's someone else who wants to hit on Alan." Horn nodded and said indifferently, "Looks like Anna has some work to do. She doesn't want to complain that she's resting for too long and her body is going to rust."

"Why did Alan run to Black Street?"

"Said it was an invitation from a student named Green. There was a slave trade fair on Black Street last night. Probably to gain more experience." Helsing answered truthfully.

Horn looked at Ellen's bedroom and said, "Then by the way, check if there's anything wrong with this kid named Green. Don't alarm him. We can start with this kid's financial and material aspects."

"I know what to do."

"Tell Anna to find me in the study in 10 minutes."

Black Street.

Gullit lowered his hat and turned into a messy dirty alley. After confirming that no one was following him, he entered a dilapidated house at the end of the alley. He heaved a sigh of relief, sat down on the ground, put the miniature submachine gun on the ground, and drank a mouthful of cold tap water in the bathroom. After washing his face with cold water, he opened his coat pocket with a smile and looked at the pile of money inside.

This was the first time he had come to Black Street. For a newcomer like him who had just arrived at Black Street, the most important thing was to open up his own fame. With fame, it would be much easier to work alone or join a powerful assassin organization.

Thinking back to last night's assassination, Gullit still had lingering fear in his heart. The target of the assassination was unusually stubborn. He was clearly only a Level 11 kid, but he killed four of his companions in a row and managed to escape in the end. However, the customer still had a conscience, so he still paid himself. If he didn't pay, Gullit was prepared to sell the information about his customers, presumably someone would be willing to buy it.

"You can have fun with a woman tonight." Gullit said.

But when he turned around, his body suddenly froze and he cried out, "Why are you here?"