Mysterious journey

One week later California, USA

Looking at the red and white building like a tall theater in front of him, Aisharo pressed the brim of his hat and walked in with the crowd of visitors.

The Spanish musical Wildcat is being performed in the theater, and the female lead's voice is clear and smooth.

The audience below, which was about half full, burst into applause from time to time.

Aisharo found a seat on the side and sat down. There was a bit of buzzing around her. She always paid attention to her hat. This was a hat that was blessed with witchcraft and could change the breath of her body in a short time. The purpose of distorting vampire induction.

This theater is a property of the fighting club under the Holy Fist Palace, and it is also one of the fastest channels to contact the fighting club.

The seat next to Aisharo was empty. She waited for a while, seeming to be concentrating on enjoying the musical on the stage, but she was always paying attention to the situation in the seat next to her. If there was a response from the fighting club, she would definitely come. People sit on this seat.

Time passed minute by minute, and before you knew it, more than half an hour had passed. Finally, two figures came quietly from the right side of Aisharo, passed through the gap between the seated people, and walked towards the two empty seats. Come.

The two sat down in two positions respectively.

Aisharo suddenly smelled a familiar body fragrance rushing towards him.

"Sister." The figure sitting next to her finally spoke.

Asaro turned his head, his eyes widening.

"Alyssa!? Vivien!?"

Sitting next to her were two beautiful girls, her sisters Alyssa and Vivien.

"Why are you here?" Aishaluo's face suddenly showed a solemn look.

"As soon as we received the news from sister, we took the initiative to come over. We haven't seen her for a long time." Arisa saw the solemn look on Aisaro's face and quickly explained, "Don't worry, we came here through very secretive methods. It’s arranged. No one will know.”

"Now the Secret Party is intensifying its pursuit of me. It's too dangerous for you to get close to me!" Aisharo said solemnly, "You are too willful, Alisa, and you even brought Vivien out with you, just in case you encounter any danger."

"Don't worry, we have someone to protect you." Vivien raised her fist and shook it. "Sister Quentin and her people happened to be coming here, so we followed them."

"Quentin? One of the four generals of the Holy Fist Palace?" Aisharo also knew about the battle to encircle Wellington. Regarding the Holy Fist Palace, the dark world gradually spread the names of the four generals and the two marshals in addition to the two marshals. Naturally, they are Hosiman and Dam, whose terrifying strength comparable to that of the upper-class vampires would shock any vampire wizard. The four generals refer to the four people who usually go out to deal with the most affairs in the Holy Fist Palace.

These four people are Sedon, Xixi, Quentin, and Nighthawk's deputy leader Bald Head. Most of them handle the daily negotiations between the Holy Fist Palace and the outside world, and manage a large number of forces.

Whether it's the fighting club's huge network of contacts across the United States or even many countries, the terrifying world-class network of the second batch of students, or the training and employment of the Nighthawk mercenaries, a purely violent organization.

"Quentin is here, that's okay." Aisharo breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that it was impossible for the two little guys to escape from the Holy Fist Palace without any protective measures. "I'm here on business this time. You take me to see Miss Quentin. I have something to talk to her about. In addition, Prito and representatives of the Ming Party are also waiting for me outside."

After hearing that there was indeed something serious, Alisha also became serious.

"Sister Quentin is discussing business with someone in the box over there. I'll take you there."

"Yeah." Aisharo told the truth, feeling a little helpless, but now she is tied to the Red Moon Blood Clan of the Ming Party. Not only has she killed so many vampires of the Secret Party, but so far, she has also killed several lower-level blood clans. , and more importantly, Preeto's Red Moon Holy Law was indeed stored deep in her consciousness. At that time, it was stored by relying on the special means left by the Red Moon Dead Apostles. Now there is no way to take it out, unless there is a Dead Apostle. Take action personally.

This also puts her on the secret party's absolute must-kill list.

After getting up and following Alisa and Vivien, Aisharo walked through a small door on the left side of the theater, passed through a somewhat dark black carpet corridor, and soon came to a row of suspended boxes on the second floor that were spaced far apart. There was a strong woman in a black shirt guarding the room, who was playing with a silver knife. She glanced at Arisa and the others, and moved away from the door without saying a word.

Alisha smiled politely at the woman and knocked on the door.

"Sister Quentin."

"It's Arisa, come in." A cheerful female voice came from inside, with a very clean and sharp American accent.

The door was gently opened from the inside. A group of people walked into the box, where sat a beautiful woman wearing a red silk cheongsam. Even though she was wearing a sexy and beautiful cheongsam, the woman still gave people a heroic feeling. It was Quentin from the Holy Fist Palace.

Quentin's eyebrows fly into his temples, as straight as a knife, his eyes are bright, his nose is high and his complexion is fair, his slender and round legs are crossed and raised, and he is holding a glass of burgundy wine in his hand, looking lazy and elegant.

The middle-aged man sitting opposite her was somewhat bald, but he looked timid and respectful at this time. He was obviously much older than Quentin, but in turn gave people the impression that he was the elder. illusion.

At this time, the man didn't know what he had just experienced, his head was covered with sweat, his head was lowered and he didn't even dare to look at Quentin opposite.

"Well, since Miss Quentin has friends over, I'll take my leave first."

"Then I won't send it." Quentin waved his hand, "It must be delivered according to the agreed time, remember."

"Of course, of course." The middle-aged man stood up and bowed repeatedly, "Thank you, Miss Quentin. Happy cooperation."

“A pleasure to work with.”

The man then left the room as if he was running away. The moment he closed the door, his long sigh of relief could still be vaguely heard.

Quentin then looked at the three people who came in. Her eyes suddenly focused on Aisharo, who was walking behind.

"This must be Arisa's sister Aisaro, right?" She stood up and motioned to the waiter beside her to pour drinks for the three of them.

As soon as Aisharo entered the door, she felt the opponent's strong Qi and blood pressure. This was an instinctive feeling that she had gained from fighting vampires and the like for a long time. She found that when facing some powerful enemies, the opponent's Qi and blood Qi were suppressed. The scene will naturally exude a sense of oppression.

And the Quentin in front of him now is like this. The qi and blood in his body are so powerful that humans cannot even reach them.

"As expected of a master of the Holy Fist Palace." She nodded to acknowledge her identity.

Quentin smiled, raised his head and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

"Although I really want to welcome you right away, it would be impolite not to properly entertain the other guests who have come from afar."

She looked meaningfully at the wall on the left side of the box door, as if she was looking through the wall to see the scene outside.

boom! !

Suddenly, the wall was broken by a group of black shadows, which rushed towards Quentin like arrows without making any sound of air friction.

"There is an ambush!" Aisharo's eyes were sharp, and he grabbed Alisa and little Vivian by their collars with one hand, and gently lifted them to avoid the airwaves struck by the black shadow.

Immediately afterwards, several groups of black shadows burst through the door, killing the three of them with the waiter's screams.

At this time, Quentin had already placed one hand on the head of the black shadow rushing towards her. With a bang, the black shadow shattered and turned into black ash. It was clearly a vampire.

She turned over and kicked several other groups of black shadows with her long legs under her cheongsam. Her speed was actually slightly faster than these black shadows.

As Garen's strength increased, her strength also experienced a qualitative leap, making it easy to deal with these low-level vampires and vampires.

"Since you're here, let's all stay!"

Before the last words fell, Quentin's legs lightly touched several groups of black shadows like lightning.

Bang bang bang! !

There were several explosions in succession, and the black shadows were sent flying out one after another, exploding into puffs of black ash.

But at this moment, one of the black figures didn't react at all. Instead of retreating, it moved forward, turned sharply, increased speed, and instantly crashed into Quentin's arms.

After tearing it open, the smile on Quentin's face suddenly froze.

"You are!!??" She didn't shout out loudly, and she was knocked backwards, knocking over the desks and chairs in the box, and pressed against the bulletproof glass wall. Drops of blood from the lower abdomen actually dripped down one of the exposed arms of the shadow.

"You!!" Quentin had a look of disbelief on his face, staring at the black shadow in front of him. In a hurry, she could only avoid the vital points, but she was still inevitably hit hard.

Amidst the exclamations of Alisha and Vivien, the black figure lifted the hood on her head, revealing a gorgeous shawl of red hair. She was a charming and beautiful young woman.

"To be able to catch so many small fish is really worthy of all the preparations I made." Tu Lan had a proud smile on his face.

Pretending to go to another state to lure away the pursuers of the Holy Fist Palace, he had actually contacted people from the secret party in advance in order to wait for the opportunity to strike back. But now, the goal has finally been achieved. Not only did he successfully counterattack, but he also accidentally caught several other small and big fish.

"After all the hard work, how can I come back empty-handed?" Tu Lan chuckled, exerted force on his wrist, and suddenly collided with Quentin's right knee, which suddenly surged, and he quickly retreated and landed in the box. middle.

"Yeah. How could I come back empty-handed after finally coming out?" Suddenly a faint male voice came from the door behind Tu Lan.

The smile on Tu Lan's face froze instantly. She turned around slowly. Suddenly, there was a handsome young man with blond hair standing at the door. The man was as dazzling and perfect as the sun god, but one eye was dull and the other was dull. There was a faint indifference in his eyes.

"Gallon.!"

boom!

Tu Lan bumped sideways, broke through the wall on the right side of the box, and immediately chose to escape!