Looking at the empty street, Peter said in amazement: "Conan, you should have kicked me a little more gently just now."
"Although human traffickers are subject to the death penalty, it will still have a bad impact if you kick someone to death on the street."
Eros said calmly, "He is not an ordinary person. He should not be dead yet. If what I sense is correct, he should be a believer of the Blood-Red God."
Peter and David were shocked after hearing this and quickly ran into the alley.
Then they discovered that the man was not dead, but he was almost dead.
I saw the man lying on the ground, breathing with difficulty, "ho...ho...ho..." With every breath, a large amount of blood would flow out of his mouth and nose.
David walked over, turned the man over with his foot, and then tore off his clothes. A scarlet twisted tattoo appeared on his chest.
"It turns out they are from the Scarlet Sect!"
After saying this, David kicked the man again, killing him.
Eros, who followed in, asked in surprise, "Don't we need to leave someone alive?"
Peter curled his lips and said, "Even if we capture this kind of trash alive, we won't be able to get any useful information from him by torture. If that's the case, why should we let him live a little longer?"
So that's how it is. I won't be polite if you say that. Thinking of this, Eros pulled out a standard revolver from his waist and fired a blind shot behind him.
Peter and David were startled by the gunshot and quickly asked:
"What are you doing!?"
Eros said casually: "There is also one over there, who should be the one to pick up this person, but he is dead now."
Peter and David looked at each other and opened their mouths, but nothing came out. It turned out that they didn't notice anything.
After running to the place Eros pointed to and confirming it, Peter exclaimed:
"His position is very hidden. How did you find him?"
"He was looking at me, so I sensed it!" Eros explained concisely.
David murmured, "Same as Vivian's terrifying fighting instinct."
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