98 Darling, Please Turn Around (1/2)

The only sound in the stillness was gulps of fear.

”What do you think of my magic trick?” The Professor laughed hoarsely, sliding a flute out of his sleeve. The instrument looked so delicate at his fingertips. ”I think that we can discuss now. About that Eastern kid…” He waved his hand and the silent butcher returned to his side.

”A musician?” Lorenzo muttered to himself, his features twisting. ”What level?”

”At least the Musician level,” a musician hidden in the group answered. ”Just the Bloody Butcher himself would be hard to handle. I’m not confident.”

”As powerful as the Butcher is, he’s just a man.”

”No, when things get to this level, we call them beasts.” The musician sighed. ”The Professor has always been so shady. No one could’ve guessed that he’s a musician. Lorenzo, we fallen into the Professor’s trap.”

Lorenzo understood. If they attempted to fight both the Professor and the Butcher, they might not lose. But even if they won, they would suffer great losses. One had endless tricks, while the other was a beast that was practically invincible. There was no point in fighting a battle that they would lose either way. And there was still the Pyramid King and Basset.

No matter what, everyone understood something as soon as the beast had appeared. The Professor had the upper hand.

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On the rooftop, the Pyramid King watched the beast, the corner of his lips quivering. ”Professor, what do you really want?”

”It’s simple.” The Professor gazed at all of them, ”There are two solutions. The first one is that all of you leave and the kid is mine, or maybe you’ll like the second solution…fight to the end.”

In the suffocating tension, everyone glanced at each other, their eyes full of caution and greed.

The first to back out was Lorenzo. The leader of the Sicilians raised his hand and announced darkly, ”I don’t care what you all plan to do. The Lucos will step out. Basset, tell your men to move.”

The Sicilian thugs slowly retreated. They gripped their weapons, cautious of the Asgardians behind them.

Seeing the treasure slipping from his fingers, Basset’s expression was unreadable. Tightening and loosening his hold on his sword, he finally grit out, ”Move out. We will retreat as well…”

”An intelligent choice.” The Professor clapped his hands and finally looked at Sam Luo on the roof. ”Mr. Pyramid King, it seems that you’ll be brave and fight me?” It was a joke. The Pyramid Scheme was the most cowardice in Avalon’s downtown.

Seeing his great plan fail, the Pyramid King’s eyes rolled. As if in physical pain, he lightly put down his hand, ”We will retreat as well…”

The three groups watched the Professor and the beast closely, then stepped back carefully. The tense atmosphere slowly relaxed. Seeing that there was no need to fight, everyone let out a sigh of relief. But then a confused voice sounded throughout the alley.

”Excuse me, anyone here?” A lost boy lugging a pile of stuff walked into the alley under everyone’s eyes. ”I’m sorry, I got lost. Senior, are you…holy sh*t!”

”What the f*ck?!” he thought. Ye Qingxuan almost jumped when he saw the sight before him. His mind went blank as he gaped at the battle axes, steel bars, heavy armor, bows, and that inhumane creature. As he stared at them, they also stared back at him.

They gaped at the white-haired youth with one kilogram of carrots in his left hand, a bag of tomatoes in his right, and a giant lantern in his arms. He looked like he just come back from grocery shopping.

As everyone stared at each other, the youth finally reacted. He stepped back saying, ”I’m sorry. I’m in the wrong place. Please continue. Don’t mind me!” Amidst the sounds of everyone’s jaws hitting the ground, he slowly retreated, turned, and stepped away.

Panicking, the Pyramid King called out, ”Halt!”

”Okay…” But despite his words, his body did not listen. As if shocked by electricity, Ye Qingxuan sprinted away.

”Sh*t, he runs fast!” someone in the crowd murmured, which opened the dam and everything went out of control. The ones who had been retreating were now restless.

”Catch him!” Someone yelled, ”Whoever catches him gets him!”

The still atmosphere had shattered, and the crowd went wild. Lorenzo, Werner, and the Pyramid King all forgot what they had said about retreating and charged forward wildly.

The Professor was frozen in his spot. He had not expected for the situation to change so dramatically within seconds. As he watched the mass of people rush into another alley, he glared at his flute, anger flashed through his eyes. ”Butcher, catch him!”