Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

"Damn, damn, damn, damn..."

Bozan dragged his broken leg and limped through the dark alley. Even so, his movements were silent.

As an assassin.

When you practice to a high level, you can not only adjust your breathing rhythm, but you can even control your heartbeat, blood flow rate, and even every nerve...so that when you are hiding in hiding, you can be like a cold-blooded animal, integrating with the environment, like a lurking animal. snake.

But at this moment.

Bozan, who knew this well, felt his heart beating wildly.

It was as if even this unconscious organ felt fear and wanted to jump out of his withered chest - if he was performing a mission, in the eyes of a master, this flaw alone would be enough to expose him and make him irrecoverable.

But, he really couldn't suppress it.

Reviewing the encounter just now, Bozan's plan was to first send his subordinates to kill the personal guard, disguise themselves as him, and divert the attention of the Lord of Rotten Town, and then take the opportunity to sneak in and restrain Achi without any injuries... At the beginning, everything was normal. smoothly.

Until that heavy punch.

I don't know since when, Bozan's substitute has been replaced by someone else.

They are a secret organization.

It was actually possible for someone else to sneak in one day without even noticing.

What surprised him even more.

The appearance of the pretender after taking off the hijab...isn't it the person they originally planned to frame the blame for?

But shouldn't he still be in his guest room? There are also hidden reports on this point...and when...

Bozan suddenly realized.

‘Personal guard! ’

Those in the envoy's room were Achi's personal guards!

It was the other party who made the first move, switched contracts with his bodyguards, and then encountered the subordinates of the Black Dragon Ninja who came to attack. With the other party's strength, they could easily counterattack.

Then the plan will be used.

That person actually adopted the same method as them.

In fact, the movements are faster and more swift, and the actions are more thorough and flawless...

The fear that Bozan suppressed, as well as the possibility that he deliberately ignored and was unwilling to face, quietly came to mind...

"You haven't learned enough." In a trance, the voice seemed to come from outside.

Exposed.

He knows where I'm coming from.

The successor of the shadow man...

Genuine? Piracy?

The new overlord, the owner of Shark Village, the legend of the jungle...

——The Red King!

The truth was so terrifying that it made his heart palpitate.

In panic, Bozan looked at the Ninja sword in his hand, which had barely saved his life before.

However, this knife is made of fine steel.

The entire blade surface was dented, as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer, and it was like scrap metal. At the same time, there was no trace of blood on it.

However, the other party called.

It's obviously a fist made of fleshy palms!

No one was even injured.

He had discovered this a long time ago, so he knew that even if the other party did not bring that exaggerated long knife, it would not be a problem to deal with them.

Originally, Bozan was still secretly laughing in his heart.

The swamp actually elected an impostor as its king.

But after seeing it with my own eyes.

That kind of people……

Stop talking about yourself.

Even if the Shadow Man from back then was resurrected, he could only surrender honestly in front of him. Not to mention pretending, even if he turned around and worshiped him as his disciple, this was considered a high achievement for the leader of the Water Tribe.

Traveling north...

These identities are simply dispensable and irrelevant to him!

In the rotten town,

Bozan ran all the way towards the north gate.

There is the direction to the border land, and it is also his true base camp.

The reason why he had been so unscrupulous before was not only because he believed that he could take people's heads like a bag, but also because he felt that with this ability, he could come and go freely in Rotten Town.

Without his subordinates, he is no longer a burden.

The leader of the Black Dragon Ninja found an opportunity to splint his injured leg. He barely affected his movements and endured the pain while dodging the guards patrolling the streets. Now that his plan was exposed, Rotten Town would become his enemy.

And even if he goes back, once the broken leg heals, he may be left with a lifelong disability and can only limp.

However, none of this matters anymore.

He has decided that once he goes back, he will never leave again.

The swamp is terrible!

Bozan did not dare to enter or leave through the main gate, so he quietly climbed up the tower and knocked out the adjacent guards with several moves. He did not even dare to use the knife for fear that they would make death screams.

Seeing that no alarm was triggered, he felt relieved and was about to climb over the battlements, grab the gap between the bricks and stones in the city wall, slide all the way through, and then escape.

"Hi."

A shout interrupted him.

While the assassin's movements froze, his body became colder inch by inch.

A figure was sitting sideways on the battlement, looking at Bozan, the wind on the high wall blowing his hair away.

"I followed you all the way and wanted to see when you would find out." Lu Meng was very interested. "I didn't want to disturb you, but it will be too late if I don't say anything."

"Here," he touched his chest, "it's too loud."

An annoyance that was different from being intercepted surged into Bozan's heart, and for a time even overcame his fear.

That's what I'm best at.

The humiliation after being crushed.

Neither the guard nor himself noticed that there was another person.

How far has this person's stealth skills reached...

But the next moment, before he had been humiliated enough, Bozan's whole body began to spin. When he stopped, he realized that he was already hanging in the air outside the Rotten Town - a strong hand, in the shape of The iron pliers tightly grasped his throat.

Even though he was mentally prepared, Bozan still didn't guess that compared to the other party, he was so vulnerable that he didn't even have room for resistance.

Lu Meng stepped on the battlement with one foot and lifted him up high.

"Red, King of Red..." Bozan squeezed the last bit of air from his lungs through his teeth.

"What a coincidence, I also know about you." Lu Meng came closer and said softly: "I will get that inscription blade back."

Bozan's pupils dilated instantly.

Horror rose to his cheeks.

That Marked Blade was a relic of the previous generation of Kage, an heirloom from the past of the Water Tribe. In fact, it was not that great to other people, especially the Red King, who looked like he was not a light sword user.

But, that inscribed blade.

In the hands of his wife Dimak.

Although the Black Dragon Ninja imitated the Sand Bandit's legacy and built a secret watchtower base... but his opponent was this one...

Despair finally flooded into Bozan's heart at this moment.

Just like he had brought to every dead soul.

"No..." he was about to say.

But the next second, there was no sound.

In Lu Meng's hands, the man in black was like a broken doll, hanging limply as if it could be blown by the wind.

Lu Meng let go of his hand.

After a while, a muffled sound came from the city, and the suspicious alarm sound of the guards in Rotten Town in the distance also came simultaneously.

However, before they could react.

Another group of people has arrived——

Achi led his soldiers and quickly climbed onto the tower. The first thing he saw was Lu Meng, a man who seemed to be defenseless.

"The Black Dragon Ninja Group is in the north, I guess he will come this way..."

Although he didn't have the ability to track Bozan, and he couldn't match Lu Meng's speed, he could still guess the general direction.

However, there was no Bozan at the scene.

If they were all left to be hunted by Rotten Town, the leader of the Black Dragon Ninja would probably have escaped.

However--

In front of everyone, under the surprised looks of all the soldiers and the city gate guards who came over, the former cadre of the Hound Gang and the temporary city lord of Rotten Town suddenly knelt down on one knee.

"I'm late, Your Highness the Red King," he said.