Chapter 4
The poison hidden in Nakahara Chuuya's body took effect. Douma stepped forward to catch Nakahara Chuuya's slowly falling body. His escapist mentality made him stop thinking about the accidental killing of others and put all his attention on Nakahara Chuuya.
Then Douma felt really bad.
Because the smell emanating from Chuuya Nakahara's body after the intense exercise was so fragrant, he had been concentrating on the battle and had no time to pay attention to this.
The voice of the rational villain who was shouting that people must not be eaten became smaller and smaller, and instead, another voice full of temptation gradually gained the upper hand.
Just take a bite, there's nothing wrong with taking a bite.
Gradually, there was only one voice in Douma's mind: If I only drink a little blood and don't touch human flesh, I can still be considered a human being...
Under the faint moonlight, two figures were closely overlapping in the ruins, which looked particularly charming and ambiguous from a distance.
But if you look closer, you'll find that's not the case at all.
The young man with long white oak hair buried his head in the neck of the ochre-haired boy, his two sharp fangs deeply embedded in the flesh. A large amount of blood flowed out of the torn blood vessels, which was swallowed by the young man with an intoxicated look on his face.
As the blood was lost, the toxins in Nakahara Chuuya's body also decreased. It was not until he noticed that the skin his lips touched began to lose temperature that Douma stopped sucking as if awakened. He looked up and found that Nakahara Chuuya's face had turned pale.
He looked away guiltily and said in a low voice, "You beat me up for no reason. It's not too much to ask for a little compensation."
After comforting himself, Douma did not leave Nakahara Chuuya, who had lost the ability to protect himself, just where he was.
He closed his eyes and focused his attention on the whole body's perception, and then he found that everything around him was visible.
He heard the sound of human heartbeat underground.
With an effort from the hands that were around Nakahara Chuuya's waist, Douma easily lifted him up horizontally, keeping him in the princess-like position. He took a few steps forward with a clear goal in mind, and kicked away the huge rock that was pressing on the entrance to the basement, revealing the deep stairs below.
The ogre's night vision ability allowed Douma to walk on flat ground as if it were flat ground. He walked down slowly and put Nakahara Chuuya, who was in a coma due to residual toxins and excessive blood loss, on the ground.
At the end, he considerately put Nakahara Chuuya together with another tied-up child so that the two of them could keep each other warm and prevent him from dying of hypothermia in the middle of the night.
After doing all this, Douma gave a deep affirmation to his own behavior: "I am still a good person after all."
Hearing such shameless words, the unconscious Nakahara Chuuya moved his fingers stubbornly, as if to refute something, but unfortunately he was unable to wake up.
Today's good deeds check-in is complete. (bushi)
Douma came to the ground with light steps, jumped onto the roof with a light figure, and under the shining of the blood moon, he moved straight in one direction like a flash of lightning.
The dark night was the best protective umbrella. Even if someone felt something was wrong and looked up, they would not be able to spot the figure that almost merged into the night sky.
After leaving the maze-like ground, people's vision became broad, and the crooked and crowded houses were quickly left behind.
At the same time, the Port Mafia and the Takase Society, who have been holding grudges for a long time, are facing off at the dock, and the atmosphere is dangerous and ready to explode.
"Hey, old man, with your old arms and legs, are you still capable of doing anything?" The young man with dyed green hair spoke in a contemptuous tone. His exposed arms were muscular and full of power, and the machete he wielded in his hand was as light as a plastic toy knife.
The men behind him burst into laughter.
The man who was being pointed at with the tip of a knife had his gray hair neatly combed back, his beard was neatly groomed and handsome, and he wore a long black suit, ascetic white gloves and a retro monocle, looking very gentlemanly.
It was none other than Hirotsu Yanami, the ten-man leader of the guerrilla force 'Black Lizard', which was directly under the command of the Port Mafia.
Facing the enemy's provocation, Guangjin Liulang did not have any extra reaction. He just nonchalantly adjusted the wrinkles on his gloves and responded in a calm tone: "I still have the strength to deal with you."≡
His every word and action reveals the demeanor of a mature man.
Being choked back by such a nonchalant response, the green-haired young man, who was holding back his anger, said harshly: "You... are very good, but I don't know if your bones are as hard as your mouth."
Having said that, the green-haired young man slashed a light green wind blade towards Guangjin Liulang.
Guangjin Liulang frowned slightly, and at the same time, he evaded the wind blade with a nimble step, but a strand of his hair was accidentally cut off by it. Oops, the enemy has the ability to attack from a distance, and his [Falling Tree] is more suitable for close combat.
As the leaders of both sides started fighting, their subordinates who were waiting in formation also opened fire and launched the attack.
At the dock, the flames and gunshots intertwined into one, and the scene was extremely chaotic.
Compared to the other groups of people who were just having a standard gun fight, the battle of superpowers between Guangjin Liulang and the green-haired youth was particularly eye-catching.
Not to mention that in the melee of this large number of people, the fighting area between the two was tacitly vacated by their subordinates, forming a huge open space that was extremely conspicuous no matter how you looked at it.
At this time, Guangjin Liulang looked a little disheveled. His hair, which was always neatly groomed, fell in front of his forehead, and his clothes were torn in many places.
Although he was temporarily at a disadvantage, his expression was very calm.
It was because he knew that what happened tonight was not accidental. As a senior member of the port mafia, not many people in the inner world had his information, but there were still some people who were well-informed.
This time, the Takase Society specially sent out a person with special abilities to restrain him, which did not come as too much of a surprise to him.
Faced with several irregular wind blades that strictly blocked his evasive route, Guangjin Liulang did not retreat but moved closer, calmly rushing towards the three wind blades with the largest intervals between them. His right hand, which was bursting with purple light, actively greeted the green wind blade in the middle. While using the repulsive force to dissolve the enemy's powerful attack, he seized the opportunity to further shorten the distance between the two sides.
On the surface, it seemed that Guangjin Liulang was at a disadvantage, but judging from the fact that he was steadily closing the distance between them, the green-haired young man who was fighting against him was the one who was really in danger.
Of course, if the green-haired young man could seize the opportunity to severely injure Guangjin Liulang before he successfully got close to him, the situation would be very different.
When both sides were engaged in a fierce battle, ordinary citizens who lived nearby and could hear and see the fighting at the dock from afar all huddled in their homes as quietly as chickens, and no one dared to risk going out at this time.
Only a true ordinary person like Douma who has just traveled through time would fail to immediately notice and avoid the unusual noise.
Douma Dragon Roar: Gunfights and the like, aren't they just something that only happens in movies? This is too much.
By the time Douma, who was moving at high speed, realized that something was wrong, he had already accidentally brushed against the edge of the gunfight scene.
After realizing something was wrong, he immediately sped up, trying to quickly escape from the dangerous gunfight scene. This was not something an ordinary person like him should get involved in.
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While running, Douma couldn't help but turn his head and take a curious look, and then he saw the supernatural battle with its own light effect.
He immediately recognized that one of the fighters was Guangjin Liulang. Even though the old man was in a tough fight, his attire and temperament made him very recognizable.
After just a second of distraction, Douma was hit head-on by a light blue wind blade in mid-air. He narrowly dodged the wind blade by leaning sideways, but lost his balance and fell to the ground.
As a sudden intruder, Douma immediately attracted everyone's attention.
"Actually, I was just passing by." Douma blinked innocently and raised his hands without any weapons to show that he did not mean to intrude.
The hot-tempered green-haired young man stared at Douma fiercely and asked angrily, "Do you think I'm brainless? Just passing by?"
The dock had been cleared by them in advance, and now both sides were engaged in a fierce battle, so it was impossible for an innocent passerby to accidentally get in.
Feeling that his intelligence was looked down upon, the green-haired young man was so angry that his face turned red and his neck became thick. He no longer cared about his previous opponent and instead pointed the tip of his knife at the suspicious white-haired man who had come in.
"I'm really just a passerby." Douma tried to explain, while giving the green-haired young man a friendly smile to show his friendliness.
"Grass. (A kind of plant)" The green-haired young man looked at Douma's playful smile and arrogant look, and he became even angrier. He immediately opened fire with full force and swung out six or seven wind blades from the blade, weaving a dense web of death.
In the blink of an eye, the blue wind net enveloped Douma completely.
After the loud explosion, the thick smoke made it impossible to see what was happening inside.
Second dimension truth one: There is smoke but no harm, start! (bushi) (the whole paragraph is crossed out)
Before the green-haired young man could make any sound like a villain cannon fodder, he saw the suspicious white-haired man walking out of the rolling dust with a look of disgust on his face. He even took out a golden fan from somewhere and covered his face in a pretentious manner.
The smug expression instantly froze on his face, making his fairly handsome features look even more ridiculous.
As a person with special abilities who can lead people to represent the Takase Society in fighting against the port mafia, the green-haired young man certainly cannot be a pure idiot. After discovering that Douma is not someone to be trifled with, his face quickly darkened.
The attack from the green-haired young man made Douma's already poor family even worse off.
He quickly lowered his head to check if his clothes were any further damaged. After all, if the clothes were completely unwearable, he would be penniless and would have to run naked.
But in the eyes of the green-haired young man, it seemed that Douma was just sorting his clothes and didn't take him seriously at all. His anger, which had just been suppressed by reason, rose again.
After all, he was young and full of energy. Even though he knew that he shouldn't get involved in this important battle between the organization and the port mafia, he still said firmly: "I don't care if you are a passerby or not, just go to hell."
On the side, Guangjin Liulang, who didn't find a chance to interrupt, suddenly became invisible and no one paid attention to him: ??? Although, it seems that I am the protagonist of this battle?