Dragon Clan: Start by obtaining the Sett panel

Chapter 134 A Date Under Lies
The door of the clinic was violently kicked open with a bang, and a dark shadow appeared at the door, but before he could react, the hunting knife Dick Tudo slashed towards his chest with a cold light.

The black shadow twisted his body and was about to counterattack with the long knife in his hand, but he didn't expect Caesar to change his moves faster. He twisted the hunting knife and stabbed it diagonally upwards. Before the black shadow's long knife fell, his chin was pierced by Caesar, and the hunting knife went straight into his head along the chin.

The black shadow only had time to make a "huh...huh" sound before falling to the ground powerlessly. Caesar quickly pulled out his hunting knife and wiped the corpse.

"Nothing more than that..." With a light sneer, Caesar rushed towards the shadow in front again. With his hunting knife flying, no one was his match, and two more corpses appeared.

"Let's go..." Seeing that everyone fell into silence, Caesar quickly pulled Chen Motong away from the door. Two of the five people had not appeared yet, and Caesar could clearly hear their heartbeats.

But the room was too passive and he was not sure if there were other mechanisms. If the only exit was also blocked, then the mission would be declared a failure.

At least there was still hope of escaping in the corridor. After all, even if Disif had the money to renovate, it would be impossible to renovate the entire building, right? This was something that even Kassel College had not done.

"There is a person right in front and one to the west... I'm in charge of the front, you pay attention to the west." Caesar whispered to Chen Motong. The corridor was also dark. It seemed that the power supply of the entire building had been cut off. However, they should not know that darkness is their home ground, right?

It is now impossible to go down by elevator, and the only chance is to quickly escape via the stairs before other support arrives.

The night in Stockholm is as humid as that in every coastal city. The air is full of moisture. Caesar feels a little uncomfortable in this hot and humid environment, and there is a hint of doubt in his heart.

When he came up just now, there were clearly people in other rooms, so why was it so quiet now? It was as if he had suddenly entered a different world. This strange feeling made Caesar ignore the increasingly humid air.

The sound of a cold weapon being dragged on the ground was heard, and along with this sound, a pair of dazzling golden eyes slowly lit up in front of them. The hiding enemy finally came out, and... was actually a hybrid.

This way it wouldn't be considered as bullying ordinary people, so... Caesar instantly pushed the Word Spirit·Sickle Weasel to the peak, and the domain was fully opened. He issued an order, and the "Sickle Weasel" in the air danced wildly.

The sound waves rushing towards him were like surging tides, the hissing sound of weapons rubbing against the ground, and the infrasound waves formed by the wind passing through Chen Motong's hair. They overlapped and increased by hundreds and thousands of times, making Caesar feel like he was in a sea of ​​sound waves. He was invincible in the field of "Sickle Weasel", unless the opponent's attack speed was faster than sound...

Tap, tap, tap... The footsteps from the opposite side were getting faster and faster. His strong breathing sounded in Caesar's ears, and the sound of the sharp blade cutting the air sounded like thunder. Caesar instantly blocked the attack with his hunting knife. The two weapons collided with each other, a spark flashed, and he finally saw the opposite side clearly.

He was a Chinese man with dyed yellow hair, and the weapon in his hand was the Eight-sided Han sword that was bought by Disifu at the auction. The ancient alchemical masterpiece and the modern alchemical knife kept rubbing against each other, neither of them yielded, and the strength in Caesar's hand became stronger and stronger, and the Chinese man could only quickly withdraw the Han sword.

Then he stabbed at an extremely tricky angle, but at this moment, the wind was like being enslaved by Caesar, capturing all the sounds and handing them over to him. Here, he was the god who controlled the wind. No matter how the Chinese man attacked, his movements were detected by Caesar the moment he made the sound.

Caesar easily blocked the attack of the Chinese man and turned his head. With a gunshot, the bullet shot straight into the chest of the Chinese man from behind Caesar. He could not avoid it and a flower of blood suddenly bloomed in the darkness.

"Sorry, you should have come earlier, at least... before I activated my spiritual power." After saying sorry, Caesar's hunting knife mercilessly chopped towards the Chinese man's neck.

However... the Chinese man opened his mouth slightly, and a shrill sound came out of his mouth, like the wail of a siren, and there were even traces of transparent sound waves in the air.

The Word Spirit Kui comes from the King of Sky and Wind. Its only function is to make its own voice resonate with the air to form an infrasonic attack. Although it is not fatal, it can cause negative effects such as nausea and vomiting.

Buzz... The sudden burst of sound almost made Caesar lose his balance. The full power of the sickle-weasel enhanced his hearing to the limit, which was also his biggest weakness. Such high-frequency infrasound waves were like deadly poison to him.

While Caesar was distracted, the Chinese man quickly retreated and distanced himself, then swung his sword at Caesar again. This time, without the help of the sickle weasel, Caesar could only barely dodge it. Fortunately, Chen Motong was only a little uncomfortable and was not as severely affected as he was.

When the Chinese man attacked, Chen Motong suppressed the feeling of nausea and shot at him quickly, but after only two shots, a sound of breaking air was heard behind her.

"Get out of the way!" Caesar finally recovered temporarily, pushed Chen Motong away, and used the hunting knife in his hand to block the long knife behind her.

Another enemy hiding in the dark finally appeared. He missed the target and quickly merged into the darkness. Is this... the Dark Light? Caesar's heart sank to the bottom. Two hybrids? And the other one was a very restrained Word Spirit.

"Nono...where is your spiritual power...use it quickly." Caesar said, standing back to back with Chen Motong, keeping a vigilant eye on their surroundings.

"I... I don't have any spiritual power." Chen Motong said something that surprised Caesar.

"Although I don't have a Word Spirit, I am indeed a genuine A-level."

"No words of spirit? This is really a bit difficult." Although Caesar was surprised, now was not the time to worry about this.

If Chen Motong didn't have the Word Spirit, then he couldn't continue to fight with this group of people. Even if Caesar was sure that he could kill them by force while being affected, he still had to consider Chen Motong's safety. "Don't worry... I will lead you out!" Caesar hugged Chen Motong with one hand, and swung the hunting knife in his hand quickly. The dense knife light was like a field that unfolded, firmly protecting the two of them.

At the same time, he did not slow down his pace as he rushed towards the Chinese man holding the Han sword. After a fight, Caesar finally seized an opportunity when the Chinese man was about to use his power of words again, kicked him away, and ran to the end of the corridor.

"You are running in the wrong direction..." The Chinese man smiled and slowly approached with another hybrid. The exit of the corridor was on the other side. There was only one passage leading to the rooftop. They had no way to escape.

"You are the first to dare to steal Mr. Disifo's things, but don't worry, there should be someone to accompany you in the future."

"Do you want to take a gamble?" Caesar looked at Chen Motong.

"What do you mean?" Chen Motong asked.

"Listen to me and go to the roof first." Caesar replied.

"I understand." Without hesitation, Chen Motong quickly climbed up to the roof along the passage, and seeing that the other side had no intention of stopping him, Caesar also quickly climbed up.

His hearing had almost recovered, and he used the Kamaitachi again. The number of heartbeats on the stairs was frighteningly loud. There were at least 20 people waiting for them to fall into their trap. Even if they broke through, they might not be able to escape, so Caesar decided to take a gamble.

"You two... just surrender. This is the top floor. Where else can you run to?" As Caesar and Chen Motong reached the rooftop, the Chinese man also followed them up.

The old buildings in Sweden are all about four stories high, but this does not mean they are not tall. You have to know that the height of buildings left over from the Middle Ages was not planned like it is now. Even a four-story building is tens of meters high, and a mixed-blood would instantly lose the ability to move if he jumped down.

"That may not be the case..." Caesar smiled, hugged Chen Motong, listened carefully to the movements around him, and finally found a special sound, which was the sound of breeze blowing through the tarpaulin.

"Found it..." After hearing this voice, Caesar jumped down in the direction of the voice without hesitation, holding Chen Motong.

"Close your eyes, Nuonuo... I will take you away." Caesar's low voice came, full of determination. Chen Motong leaned against Caesar's chest and suddenly felt not so scared anymore.

The uneasiness of being in a desperate situation dissipated under Caesar's confident voice. She closed her eyes obediently. The sound of the sharp wind rang in her ears, followed by a strong feeling of weightlessness. But soon her body seemed to be blocked by something soft, and with its cushioning, the two rolled several times.

Then there was a pause, and Chen Motong opened her eyes. Caesar was holding the awning of the store outside the commercial street and smiling at her. Thanks to the prosperity here, some stores will set up awnings outside, and Caesar remembered this and successfully escaped from the danger.

"I said I would get you out."

Countless onlookers emerged. Caesar let go of the awning and landed steadily on the ground with Chen Motong in one hand. Although the onlookers didn't know where the young couple fell from, they applauded for their safe landing.

"How was it? Was this date exciting enough?" Caesar let go of the hand that was hugging Chen Motong and asked with his head down.

"It's okay..." Chen Motong answered softly. Her heart was still beating, but the sense of security that Caesar just gave her was something she had never experienced before.

For a moment, Chen Motong didn't know whether his heart was pounding because of the joy of surviving the disaster or because of the excitement after feeling safe.

"Are you still chasing?" On the rooftop, the black figure next to the Chinese man appeared. He glanced at Caesar and Chen Motong in the crowd downstairs and asked softly.

"What are you chasing? The show is over. Everything is just as Mr. Disif expected." The Chinese man carried the Han sword on his shoulder and smiled strangely.

At the same time, in the clinic, Disifo steadily placed the chess piece in his hand on the chessboard.

At some point, the lights in the clinic were back on, and all kinds of noises were heard again in the surrounding houses. It was as if everything Caesar and Chen Motong had experienced before was an illusion.

"Did you like my performance? Mr. Gattuso..." Disifo spoke to the air in front of him, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"What you see may not be the truth, but everyone believes what they see with their own eyes. That's why a fraudster like me is still alive today..."

Deceiver, like Jacob, has the same meaning...deception.

(End of this chapter)