72 Shifting Destiny 4 (1/2)

Chapter 72: Shifting Destiny 4

White fog surrounded Huaishan City without anyone taking notice of it.

From the main street to the back alley, everything was covered in fog.

Bluetree Street.

Rows of light yellow covered buildings stood side by side. A man could be seen strolling along the sidewalk in his white suit, playing with the keys circling his finger.

”This mission isn’t half bad… I can have a rest, even take a break from those three idiots. Also have a taste of a little girl as an extra.”

The man seemed to be mumbling something to himself as he walked with a wide smile across his face. His eyes fixated on the little girl not far in front.

The little girl was Ying Er, who was leaving her house to buy some stuff. She was wearing a white t-shirt and low-waist jeans with her waist line showing. She had the slim legs and waist that many girls envied her for. Though her chest was not fully developed and her looks were average, but this young body that was rich with youth was the type that White Stallion liked the most.

White Stallion followed closely behind and couldn’t help but gulp, noticing the movement of her hips while she walked.

”I should take action once there are fewer civilians around…” He counted the distance and resisted his urge to act immediately.

After some distance, he spotted Ying Er humming while turning right into a narrow back alley.

White Stallion was delighted by the situation and increased his pace. It could be seen from his face that he could not hold back anymore. A white handkerchief appeared on his hand out of nowhere, coated with something needed for this occasion.

Clack. Clack. Clack.

Suddenly, footsteps could be heard coming from the corner ahead of him. Three tall men slowly walked out from the alley, each of them with golden earings of various sizes hanging from their left ears.

The three men prevented White Stallion from entering the alley.

”Piss off!” The good-looking one among the three told him. He seemed to be the leader of the group. His expression was dim, obviously in a bad mood.

This guy in front of White Stallion wore a brown coat with a furry collar and had his hands tucked into his pockets. His hair was bright red, like a fire burning in a fog. The golden earing hanging from his ear was carved with a clear number 6.

”Puny mortal…” The smile on White Stallions face faded. ”How dare you to address me in this tone…”

The red-haired man was taken aback. He didn’t expect someone to speak to him in that kind of manner. He let out an awkward smile before speaking,

”It’s been so long since someone dared to speak to me like this….” He took out his right hand from his pocket. ”It seems as though you are one of those experts that are tracking me… Would be disrespectful of me if I don’t give them a gift….”

”Cocky… Still, mortals are mortals.” White Stallion smirked, reaching out with his right hand to take off his black gloves, revealing the Black Pentagon Tattoo. ”I will gouge your eyes out and keep them for my new collection.” A mysterious energy began forming around him.

”You must be looking for a death bed…” The two men beside the red-haired man retreated after he raised his hand. Oddly enough, a blood red scar began emerging from below his right eye. It looked like an eye shadow done by a lady, sharp yet enchanting.

Huff…

A wind blew past, racking up some leaves along the way.

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Garen was running hastily through the streets, surging past the pedestrians. He had already taken off his shirt and was gripping it under his arm. The upper part of the shirt was stained with blood.

”Damn it… Please don’t be in trouble!” His face was pale, heart growing more impatient by the second.

It was a 20 to 30 minutes’ walk to get from Pennington Street to Blue Tree Street, but Garen managed to reach his home in ten. Unfortunately his parents must’ve gone out, as well as his little sister, Ying Er. Garen wasted no time leaving the house and continuing his search along the street.

He was trying to figure out where his sister might have gone to while running wildly around the neighborhood.

”She might’ve gone to the market at this hour! Or maybe she’s at a fruit stall!”

Garen hesitated for a while before deciding to head off to the market.

The scenery beside Garen started to blur in reverse yet the road ahead of Garen was still clear in his eyes.

”Pass this crossroad and make a right turn, then I should make a left turn after a few hundred meters.”

Thump!

A muffled sound came from the empty street in front.

A blurry figure could be seen flying in the fog. It tumbled to the ground and rolled a few times before stopping in front of Garen’s boots.

He came to a halt, lowering his head to look at the man lying in front of him.

A suit dirtied to a point where it was barely recognizable to have been white once. Right now it was only grey and brown due to numerous stains. Even the man’s neat hair was thrown into disarray. However, what was most worth noting was that both of his arms were twisted in an unnatural way, obviously broken.

Then Garen noticed the Black Pentagon Tattoo at the back of his right hand.

”It’s similar to those guys’ tattoos…”

He bent over and grabbed the man’s collar, bringing him upward.

”You’re White Stallion?” he asked. After all that running, his breathing took a bit of minor adjustments to return to normal.

”It’s you… Hehe… I can’t believe I will die in the hands of a mortal…” White Stallion chuckled before letting out his last breath. His eyes slowly faded as his soul began to seep away from his body.