Chapter 39

"Knock, knock, knock..." There was a rapid knock on the door, and the guard outside the door asked loudly: "Master Chief, how are you? Do you need us to come in?"

The noise outside the door was getting louder and louder, and it seemed like someone would come in at any moment, but the blond intruder was not panicking at all, which showed that he was very confident in his own ability.

The other party is confident that no matter how many people come, they can escape unscathed. Thinking of this, Sen Ouwai's heart sank.

The name of the 'Assassination King' Verlaine was naturally known to Mori Ogai, who had participated in the superpower war. The opponent was a French transcendent and was indeed not someone that ordinary people could deal with.

From the notes left behind by Randou-kun when he left in a hurry, Moriowa could vaguely sense that Weilun might have some connection with Chuuya-kun, but he never expected that the other party actually treated Chuuya-kun as his younger brother.

As his mind raced, Sen Ou pressed the button on the communicator and said to the person outside, "No need to come in. I just accidentally triggered the alarm."

Then Mori Ogai looked solemnly at the blond young man who threatened to kill him, and asked, "Mr. Assassination King, do you know that you want to kill me, Chuuya-kun?"

"He doesn't know." Wei Erlan was not surprised that Mori Ogai knew his identity. He just shook his head honestly and kindly explained, "My brother doesn't want to leave Japan with me, so I need to help him solve the 'trouble' that is holding him back."

Trouble number one: Mori Ogai:?! Is this guy's brain circuit not normal?

However, no matter how weird Weilun's train of thought is, the world is still ruled by the strong, and Weilun has the strength to act according to his heart.

Outside the forest, there is danger.

The powerful aura of a transcendent being locked onto Sen Ouwai, making him unable to move, and he even felt as if his thinking speed had slowed down.

The sound of Weilan's footsteps approaching him was infinitely amplified in Sen'ou's ears; the sickle of death was already approaching.

Between life and death, Sen Ouwai's mind remained extremely calm. He simply combined the intelligence in his hands with what Weilun had just said, and he already had a response plan in his mind.

The next second, Sen Ouwai tentatively suggested, "Mr. Weierlaan, let's make a deal."

"You want to make a deal with me?" Weilun showed a puzzled expression when he heard this, as if to say that you, a man who is about to die in my hands, have no qualifications to make a deal with me.

Mori Ou, who was usually very good at reading other people, seemed not to notice Verlaine's contemptuous thoughts at this moment. He smiled calmly and said, "Mr. Verlaine's time is very precious. It is not worth wasting it on a psychic from a remote country like ours. How about I provide you with the information you want?"

Wei Erlan raised his eyebrows, seeming to be somewhat interested, but he did not pause as he walked towards Sen Ou Wai. It was obvious that Sen Ou Wai's proposal did not impress him: "It's just a little information that can save time, it's not worth it for me to let you go."

Sen Ou Wai was not surprised by Verlaine's refusal. He continued calmly, "Mr. Verlaine, you misunderstood me. The deal I was talking about was not to let you let me go, but to change the order slightly and put me at the end of the list."

"Oh?" This time Weilun stopped walking. He looked at Senou with a hint of admiration in his eyes and praised him, "You are very smart and interesting. Most of the dying people I have seen would have cried and begged me to let them go. You are very good."

"Thank you for the compliment." Sen Ou bowed modestly.

When he saw Weilun stop, Sen Ouwai knew that his plan could continue.

As long as he can avoid the fate of dying on the spot at the hands of the Assassin King, he can then gather his subordinates and mobilize heavy weapons. The Transcendents are very powerful, but they are not completely invincible. They just need enough time to prepare.

He also has a joker card in his hand, which is an anti-supernatural ability [Disqualification from the Human World] that has never appeared before even in Europe, where there are many talented people with supernatural powers.

Sen Ouwai silently pondered in his mind how to kill Wei Erlan, his eyelids drooping slightly to hide the fierceness in his eyes.

"Okay, I agree to the deal. You can give me the list now." Wei'erlaine's beautiful eyes, as blue as the sky, were filled with an ambiguous smile.

Weilun had seen too many of the hypocritical tricks of human beings. He knew what the man in front of him was thinking. Was he trying to buy time to find a way to deal with him? However, this was impossible. It was just the dying struggle of a group of weak ants.

"Wait a moment." Mori Ogai pulled out a piece of white paper from the drawer, picked up the pen beside him and wrote down a string of names without thinking. At the top of the list was Douma's name.

Weilun took the list and glanced at it, and was satisfied to find that the order was similar to the intelligence he obtained in the black market, and all those who were on good terms with his brother were on the list.

The murderous intent that had been lingering over Sen Ou Wai finally disappeared. It was obvious that Wei Erlan did not completely trust Sen Ou Wai. If Sen Ou Wai had done something that made Wei Erlan feel unhappy, he would have been killed on the spot.

It wasn't until Verlaine left the leader's office that Mori Ogai, who had been holding on for dear life, suddenly fell onto the chair. The fear of facing the Beyonder made Mori Ogai's hands on the back of the chair tremble slightly, but at the same time, his eyes were bright and showed no signs of depression.

Mori Ogai exhaled slowly, wiped the sweat from his forehead, picked up the phone and dialed the internal line of Douma's office.

The call was quickly answered by Douma, who was reviewing documents in the office. He answered the call from his boss at the same time: "Hello, is this Mr. Mori?"

"Douma-kun, please leave here immediately. The 'King of Assassination' Verlaine from France is on his way to kill you." Mori Ogai said in a heavy tone and went straight to the point.

"?" Douma was having a hard time with the documents. He was stunned when he heard Mori Ogai say that. After a few seconds, his brain finally absorbed the words: "Weila? Hunting me down?"

Mori Ouwai said succinctly: "Yes, he is coming downstairs to look for you."

"Fuck, go downstairs? Why didn't you say so earlier!" In the critical situation, Douma didn't care about respecting the leader anymore and just cursed.

This was daylight which could have killed him outright.

Thinking of this, Tong Ma hung up the phone with a bang, and jumped up from the chair as if there were springs under his butt. He swiftly took out a spare sunscreen suit from the cabinet and wrapped himself tightly without leaving any gaps.

The only pair of eyes that were exposed accidentally glanced at the antique display cabinet in the room before leaving.

The only thing on the empty antique display shelf was the bottle of red wine that Douma left as a souvenir after drinking Rimbaud's blood.

Considering that he was being hunted by Verlaine, Douma could not help but feel sad and wondered, "Could this be the money Rimbaud gave me to buy my life?"

With the sword of Damocles hanging over his head, Douma didn't have time to think. He picked up the special black umbrella placed by the door and fled the scene in a hurry.

It is impossible to take the elevator.

Guessing that someone as proud as Verlaine would definitely not give up the comfortable but dangerous elevator, Douma naturally would not run into the trap and take the elevator. Instead, he ran towards the stairwell with sparks and lightning all the way.

"Make way... make way..." Douma's aggressive behavior caused dissatisfaction among the others, but after seeing that the rude person running in the corridor was Douma, the cadre candidate, they all bowed quietly like chickens and did not dare to raise any objections.

After entering a rarely used stairwell, Douma let himself go as no one could see him, jumping down duangdaungduang all the way, relying on his iron-like body and extremely fast recovery ability as an Upper Rank Two.

In the end, Douma rushed out of the lobby on the first floor at an incredible speed, and at this moment, Weilan, who had calmly chosen to take the elevator downstairs, had just stepped into the floor where Douma's office was located.

"Hmm? It seems he has run away." Weilun stood at the elevator door, taking in all the movements of the people around him. The sharpness of an intelligence officer allowed him to quickly capture the information he wanted.

"What happened?"

"I don't know. Something must have happened, otherwise Douma-sama wouldn't have run so fast."

"You almost bumped into me just now. What were you doing in the stairwell, Douma-sama?"

…

Weilun did not continue to listen to the rest of the conversation because he had already found the whereabouts of the prey and it was time to hunt.

Verlaine did not chase after him in vain towards the stairwell. Instead, he opened the window at the end of the corridor, ducked down and crawled out. After falling a distance in mid-air, Verlaine, covered by the dark red gravity, flew higher.

Although flying close to the ground would allow him to find prey more quickly, he still needed to be careful not to cause too much commotion.

This was not because Verlaine was kind, but if his whereabouts were exposed to the outside world, the British who were staring at him like hyenas would stick to him and that would be too troublesome.

On the other side, Douma stole a car at the door of the Ganghei Building, stepped on the accelerator to get away from the dangerous area, called up the topographic map of Yokohama, and searched for an escape route out of the corner of his eye.

Douma is unsure about the battle with the Transcendent Ones.

But Douma knows clearly that if he faces Weilaine head-on, he may have to pay a heavy price, so he needs to find a deserted place with no surveillance to settle down.

You must never reveal the secret that you are not a human!

Weilun was in mid-air, observing the traffic below him from a high vantage point. Soon he spotted a vehicle that was driving erratically. He raised his lips slightly and said, "I found you."

A game of cat and mouse officially begins.

Douma, who was being targeted, felt his heart tense, and then immediately realized that his whereabouts had been exposed. He stepped on the accelerator even harder and drove at the speed of a racing car.

However, how can the speed of running on the ground compare to the speed of flying in the sky? Weilan landed steadily behind Douma. He didn't care when he saw that Douma was leading him to the deserted area. Or maybe this was just what he wanted. After all, he didn't want to cause too much commotion.

After a while, Weilan didn't come up and overturn the car. Douma had a guess in his mind, so he slowed down and tried to delay more time.

It was too dangerous for him to fight in the daytime. He would probably be killed if Weilun used his full power and was accidentally exposed to the sunlight.

It was already dusk and the sun was setting slowly, but Douma's mouth was raised in contrast.