The Devil of the Walking Street

Swell was furious, bit the boy's lips fiercely, and bit them down punitively, but immediately separated: "Go back and settle accounts with you. Hurry up, where is Qi Wei?"

Under his cold gaze, Lan Ming inexplicably felt aggrieved and sad: "...in"

"In the basement."

The young man's voice suddenly came from the back door of the tavern, and Swell cursed secretly that he was dazzled by jealousy, and he didn't even notice anyone approaching.

Against the man's displeased gaze, Hadley said bravely, "I know where it is."

Lan Ming wanted to turn his head, but was held in the arms of a man, so he could only judge who was coming from behind by his voice.

Swell snorted coldly: "How old are you?"

The gray-haired youth: "I'm Hadley..."

The small wooden table next to Hadley exploded with a bang.

Hadley: "I-I-I-I am really Hadley..."

Swell passed Lan Ming's armpit with his left hand and brought him into his arms. He stood up and his right hand condensed into the golden giant sword again, pointing directly at Hadri.

Facing Gao Neng in front of him, Hadley almost knelt down. He felt that his tongue had never moved so fast: "I know you are going to save that girl and go away. I know she is..."

"So?" Swell's face remained unchanged.

"Take Me Too"

Right.

There was another loud bang, and a small crater exploded in the flat ground at Hadley's feet.

The young man's face was bloodstained by the flying sawdust, but he didn't dare to move.

"lead the way."

Hadley felt close to crying.

It can be said that the process of the three of them finding Qi Wei in the basement was effortless, and it was so easy that Swell even suspected that there was fraud.

"They originally planned to return Qi Wei to China." Hadley seized the opportunity to express his determination to rebel: "Sell the association as a favor."

Swell let out an oh, but didn't have much reaction.

Qi Wei lay on a small bed with her whole body intact, and even changed into a hotel waiter's clothes that she got from no one knew where.

Swell lightly raised his jaw, signaling Hadri to learn how to hold the girl princess by himself.

Lan Ming twisted uncomfortably: "I can walk by myself..."

The archbishop gave him a sideways look, and tightened his hands.

The little devil was stared at by him, and he shrank his neck very obediently, and let the other party go.

The four of them slipped out through the back door, and it took no more than 10 minutes before and after.

Hadley looked back at the tavern gradually disappearing in the woods from time to time, and asked worriedly, "How long can you trap them?"

"Call me Archbishop Swell. Or add respect before it." Archbishop Swell didn't look back: "Half an hour."

half an hour—

Lan Ming's heart trembled, and a giant wolf lying on the ground with black and purple blood all over his body flashed before his eyes.

Swell noticed his flashing scarlet eyes and couldn't help squinting.

Hadley breathed a sigh of relief, and selectively ignored the first half of the other party's sentence: "I prepared a van at the foot of the mountain, and we drove back."

Swell: "Prepare? You're really thoughtful."

Hadley smiled awkwardly: "When you guys were fighting...I robbed me halfway."

"..."

Running all the way down the mountain, even the archbishop, who boasted of being physically strong, was a little bit offended. He placed Lan Ming in the passenger seat, and passed the other side to put on the seat belt for the little devil.

Lan Ming was flattered: "I can still do this by myself..."

Swell was cold and disdainful: "I am willing."

The boy wanted to say something, but he was almost hit on the nose by the forcefully closed car door.

Lan Ming: "..."

The archbishop instructed Hadley to carry Qi Wei into the back seat of the van and lie flat, then pulled the young man's clothes and pulled him out of the car.

Hadley: "?"

Swell smiled at him tenderly, then kicked him to the ground.He stepped on the young man's chest, the huge sword in his hand was less than five centimeters away from the young man's throat.

Hadley watched in disbelief at the man crossing the river and tearing down the bridge.

"Thank you."

The giant sword spread out, turning into a circle of golden lines bound around the neck of the gray-haired young man.The juxtaposition gradually widens and sinks into the neckline.

"You don't need to join in the next thing."

Hadley, with a stiff body, stared dumbfounded at the respected Archbishop Swell sitting in the driver's seat in a smart way, and drove away.

It wasn't until the van disappeared into the night that he gradually regained control of his body.