Seeing the long knife chopping down along with the rain, the rain on the blade formed a dangerous thin line and cut towards the man.

His eyes darkened and he took out a gold and stone token from his arms to directly block the sudden attack of the long sword.

The long sword, which was originally an ordinary object, was already damaged in the previous fight. Under such a heavy blow, it immediately broke into pieces. The broken fragments scratched the man's cheek, leaving a bloody mark on his face.

The woman who lost her long sword was not surprised, as if she had been prepared. She stretched out her left hand, which had been placed at her side, nimbly, changing its trajectory five times in an instant, avoiding the blocking token and going straight for the opponent's neck.

Unfortunately, at the last moment, the hand that had been like an iron clamp still blocked its path and held it back.

The tall man felt that although the hand was rough on the outside, the bones inside were very soft. It did not look like that of an ordinary village girl, but more like those good girls playing the piano.

Just as he was about to kick the woman away and question her again, the hand in his palm suddenly changed, piercing into his palm like a spider bite, and a green spider shadow that looked like a human face flashed on the back of his hand.

An extremely cold energy spread from his palm throughout his body, and he felt as if he had suddenly been transported to the extreme north, freezing to the bone. The man stared at the woman in disbelief, wanting to say something more, but his body could no longer stand, as if he had lost all strength and slowly collapsed.

His vision passed through the dripping night sky, and everything in front of him began to darken, and his sight gradually decreased until he saw a scar on the side of the woman's abdomen. There seemed to be a huge cross wound there, and the remaining traces of the suture were still clear.

"Ahem...it's you, huh." His voice was hoarse, and then he was no longer angry. Instead, he closed his eyes as if accepting his fate and fell into a pool of blood in the rain.

Looking at the fallen man, the woman stood quietly in the rain for a moment before turning around and leaving, disappearing in the rainstorm.

Lorran Hill, hiding nearby, finally breathed a sigh of relief, but now he was conflicted. Should he report this to the police? Would he be mistaken for an accomplice? After all, his past was unclear.

Fortunately, her confusion did not last too long, as a loud shout was heard on the street.

"Someone attacked an official and killed someone!"