2224 Side Story: Fantasy Journey 65
Luke didn’t want to fight in the crowd, while Zsasz didn’t want the crowd to provide Luke with cover.
They had different intentions, but they made the same choice.
It wasn’t until the crowd around Luke retreated that the criminals in black masks aimed their… guns?
The moment they raised their guns, Luke was already running. “Violent gangs, get lost!”
The criminals had expected him to run, but his speed was completely unexpected.
Luke’s movements seemed very clear, yet the guns couldn’t lock onto him.
He actually covered ten meters in less than half a second.
The metal pipe smashed down fiercely.
Zsasz felt that something wasn’t right.
In his eyes, Luke’s movements were very coordinated, but he wasn’t fast or strong enough.
With a flick of his hands, two daggers appeared. He bent low and slashed at Luke’s abdomen.
Then… duang!
When they brushed past each other, Zsasz staggered several steps before he regained his balance.
He instantly turned around, but didn’t see Luke.
He had been inexplicably hit in the head, and his mind was in a mess. He couldn’t help but shake his bald head. Who was he? Where was he? What happened just now?
Unfortunately, the only people that would tell him the truth — the criminals in black masks — were already facing the same crisis.
The metal pipe in Luke’s hand instantly sped up, and he lashed out at the center of Zsasz’s head, leaving a red mark.
As expected, it turned into a purple-black ‘eye’ five centimeters wide.
Then, Luke charged into the group of criminals behind Zas.
The confrontation just now had caused the scattered criminals to converge in a semi-circle ten meters in diameter.
Luke had killed more than a thousand hitmen, mercenaries, and armed men in this sort of formation.
All he needed to do was kill his way from one side to the other; it was as easy as playing a Pac-Man game.
