midnight ten

All kinds of thoughts in his heart did not affect Leon's reaction. After confirming that [The Gospel of the Lazy Man] was interrupted, he immediately raised his hand towards the stone gate and hit two consecutive blows of "咻咻——".

The shadow behind the door suddenly retracted.

The airflow brought out by the air arrow swept across the door.

In the next second, Fan Peiyang jumped out suddenly and turned over to the room. He was agile, and no matter how he looked at it, he was about to run from the roof.

However, no matter how fast he moved, he could not "snipe". This time, Leon aimed at his calf.

"call out--"

"flutter!"

Fan Peiyang, who had turned over half of his body to the roof and was short of his legs, suddenly froze at the sound of the air arrow piercing his flesh. After pulling it out, the wound exposed was bleeding.

But in the next moment, Fan Peiyang still retracted his legs, as if he didn't feel any pain, and ran to the room.

The "air arrow" is an airflow kill, and the damage it causes is no different from that of a real crossbow. Even because there is no real arrow blocking the wound, after being hit by the "air arrow", the wound will bleed more seriously.

Leon intends to use this arrow to directly end Fan Peiyang's "action power". What kind of steel body is this person who continues to go to the room like nothing happened!

From Leon's point of view, I couldn't see how Fan Peiyang ran after getting on the roof, but from the point of view of Guan Lan and Tan Hua who were also on the roof, they could see clearly.

Fan Peiyang's speed didn't slow down at all because of the calf injury. If it wasn't for the bloodstains left along the way, and his back that was less chic and more stubborn, he would never have thought that this person was injured.

Leon also turned over to the room, without even looking at his own donuts, he directly chased after Fan Peiyang.

Tanhua stood up excitedly: "Is it time to decide the winner?"

Guan Lan: "The stationery tree can't even be manipulated, what do you think?"

Tanhua: "Then what about us now?"

Guan Lan: "Chase."

In this way, three donuts and a VIP started a chase on the roof of Ring City.

Fan Peiyang's escape route this time has no rules, just jump to whichever roof is convenient for jumping, and run all the way.

Guan Lan and Tan Hua chased after him, seeing the ruins getting farther and farther away from him, Guan Lan and his team members said: "It seems that he really has no energy."

"For sure," Tanhua said, "If he still has the physical strength to control the stationery tree, how could he give up the 'ammunition depot'."

"However—" Guan Lan changed the subject, "If you keep chasing him like this, Leon's mental and physical strength will probably be exhausted."

"Then shake off your arms and fight hand-to-hand," Tanhua said about this excitement, "You don't know Leon's skill, if this damn level world doesn't use the stationery tree, it will make people fight with bare hands, Leon's strength is One Punch Man!"

Guan Lan: "..."

Why didn't he find out that there was a hidden fan of Leon in his group?

The countdown is 1:02:00, and the chase is over.

Because Leon shot Fan Peiyang's second leg.

The tall man staggered and almost knelt on one knee on the roof, but he managed to stabilize his figure in the end.

His chest heaved violently, his breathing was rapid, his hair and clothes were wet, and the sweat ran down his cheeks to his jaw and dripped onto the stone roof.

Leon stopped behind him, three meters away, panting, the black T was already attached to his body, no easier than him.

"Give it up," he said.

Fan Peiyang turned around slowly, and every time he moved, the pain in his calf became more severe.

But on his face, apart from frowning, there was no other expression, and his voice was still calm: "If you want a neck ring, come and get it yourself."

This scene seems to be the reappearance of Fan Peiyang threatening Leon with a needle not long ago.

It's just that the roles are reversed.

Now it was Leon who raised his hand to aim at him: "I don't need to go there. If you add a few more arrows, you will go into shock due to excessive bleeding."

"Yes," Fan Peiyang readily accepted, "Make it up."

Leon: "..."

Fan Peiyang took off his shirt, "Sila" tore it into two pieces, squatted down slowly, and tied them to the wounds on his left and right legs respectively, and tied them tightly to stop the bleeding.

After tying it up, he slowly got up again, from beginning to end, without any hindrance from Leon.

"Do you know what your biggest problem is?" Fan Peiyang gave Leon a subtle look, "It's that you have the same weakness as me."

Leon frowned slightly, almost invisibly.

"You only shoot my legs all the time, because you can't shoot the killer," Fan Peiyang said, "so you can't win."

Leon shook his head slightly: "You missed one thing." He turned to look at Guan Lan and Tanhua who were rushing towards this direction, "We are carrying magic tools for healing, you go into shock, I take the neck ring, and then you are magically With healing, I bid farewell to the psychological burden."

These words almost drove Fan Peiyang to a dead end.

Unexpectedly, Fan Peiyang nodded himself: "I have also considered the situation where you dare to attack. After all, I can't ask everyone to have such a high level of thought..."

Tanhua rushed over with her team leader, just in time to hear the last round of their conversation.

Leon had already made the cruel facts very clear, but there was obviously a turning point in what Fan Peiyang said. Is it true that Fan Peiyang still has a backup, as his team leader said?Can you peel off another layer of onion?

"So?" Leon was also waiting for Fan Peiyang's next words.

"So," Fan Peiyang told the other party directly without going around in circles, "I will wait until your physical and mental strength are exhausted before I can really meet you face to face."

Leon stared at him closely: "Now you have run out, I still have more."

Fan Peiyang smiled, his eyes were as sharp as a knife: "If you have, why are your hands shaking?"

Leon was startled. It was the first time he saw his fingertips aiming at Fan Peiyang, and he was really trembling slightly.

"Shooting for a long time, chasing, shooting again, and chasing again, your physical strength consumption is much greater than what you think." Fan Peiyang said, "My physical strength was S at the beginning. What kind of reserve is there, and I can infer your consumption based on my consumption, I dare say that 100% of your current physical strength has bottomed out."

"It's bottomed out," Leon remained expressionless, holding the sniper's wrist with the other hand, trembling and stabilizing, and disappeared, "But one more arrow is enough."

"I said it," Fan Peiyang's tone rose slightly, provocative as if he was sure of winning, "you can try."

Leon concentrated the last bit of mental power, aiming at Fan Peiyang's chest, avoiding the heart, and the air flow condensed on his fingertips.

"call out--"

"call out--"

There were two sounds piercing the air at the same time, but Leon was sure that the second sound was his own air arrow!

Before he could think about it, he saw two stone slabs the size of a breastplate flying towards him like a god, and they were put together to block his chest.

The air arrow slammed into one of the slabs.

The lethality is not as good as the original air arrow, leaving only a small hole on the stone slab.

Leon's eyes flashed disbelief: "How can you still have physical strength..."

Fan Peiyang said calmly: "Your physical strength S is only up to S, and my physical strength S is the highest level and only S."

Before he finished speaking, the two stone slabs hanging in front of his chest suddenly turned around and slapped Leon's head directly.

Not far away, Tan Hua's eyes widened. At this time, Fan Peiyang can still control the stone plate to such an attack speed? !

While being shocked, he was even more worried about Leon. If this was to be photographed, he would definitely feel dizzy.

Leon couldn't dodge, and couldn't snipe the air arrow anymore, so he simply covered his head with his hands, and used his arms to bear the impact of the stone slab.

The two impacts were superimposed, and there was a muffled "boom", which made Guan Lan and Tanhua jump in fear.

In the next second, the gravel slab fell to the ground.

Leon, who was still in the posture of protecting his head with both hands, suddenly trembled all over his body. For some reason, the hand that was protecting his head was put down to touch the collar around his neck.

The moment he put down his hand, a new stone flew over without losing the opportunity, and turned towards his exposed head with a swift blow.

Leon swayed and swayed, and the thin figure finally fell down.

His dizziness and coma seemed to be caused by the last blow, but the source of his dizziness and coma came from a huge overdraft of physical and mental strength.

Fan Peiyang was also physically and mentally exhausted, but he still held on to the last effort, endured the severe pain in his leg, and walked slowly to Leon, bent down, and gently tore off the flickering and vibrating neck ring of the other party.

This time, Fan Peiyang got the neck ring, sat down on the spot, adjusted his breathing, it was impossible to recover blood and blue, and it would be nice to be able to stand up later, mainly to relieve some physical and mental fatigue at the moment.

Guan Lan and Tanhua rushed to Leon's side immediately, and looked at his neck first, because Fan Peiyang's last blow was successful because Leon, who was protecting his head, suddenly reached out to touch his neck.

Sure enough, Leon had a needle stuck in his neck.

It's not deep, it's not intended to be fatal or attacking, but just to make the person who is stabbed hurt.

It is human instinct to touch it when it hurts for no reason, and Fan Peiyang calculated it.

"Why do you have so many schemes!" Tanhua watched Guan Lan pull out the needle, feeling sorry for her teammates.

"Soldiers never tire of cheating." For Tanhua's accusation, Mr. Fan, who was sitting upright like an eminent monk, didn't feel guilty at all.

Guan Lan began to check Leon's overall physical condition in order to choose the most suitable healing phantom.

Tanhua calmed down a bit after cursing, and then realized something was wrong: "Wait, since you still have strength, why did you run before? If you didn't run, you wouldn't have been shot twice in the leg."

Fan Peiyang just wanted to recover some strength in peace, but his head hurt from being quarreled by Tanhua, so he simply confessed and used tactics to persuade him to shut up: "I have strength, but Leon doesn't have much left. If he first realizes that his strength is not enough, It will definitely change the style of play, this is a variable, and in my tactics, the variable is the most to be avoided."

Tanhua didn't like his domineering appearance: "What tactics do you have, don't play tricks on it."

Fan Peiyang: "Letting him exhaust his physical and mental strength is my tactic. The key to the execution of the tactic is to convince him that my physical and mental strength is exhausted before him."

"Why?" Tanhua didn't understand. Since Fan Peiyang has a physical strength that is definitely higher than Leon's, why should he be so devious and just force it?

Fan Peiyang half-opened his eyes and glanced at Tanhua: "Because Leon is not as stupid as you. Whenever he realizes that his physical strength can't exhaust me, he will immediately change his tactics. As I just said, his changes will affect my original plan. .”

"..." Just be silly, Tanhua wants to know the truth now, "So you ran ahead of time, and you got two arrows on your leg..."

Fan Peiyang: "Running ahead of time is to make him suspect that I am exhausted, and I am hit by an air arrow on my leg. It is to turn 'doubt' into 'confirmation'."

Tan Hua: "Do you need to be so open-minded, don't your legs hurt?"

Fan Peiyang: "Fortunately, everything serves to create a sense of reality."

Tanhua: "You can also rely on acting skills!"

Fan Peiyang: "Trouble."

Tanhua: "..."

What kind of devil fighting logic is this!

Tanhua just listened to Fan Peiyang's words, and he felt tired. It is conceivable that Leon, who was really caught by these tactics, made people feel distressed: "Everything you do is weaving an illusion for Leon, that is him. To win."

Fan Peiyang: "When people see the dawn of victory, they also have the weakest defensive awareness."

Tan Hua did not give up: "What if, I mean what if, Leon sees through your trick?"

Fan Peiyang: "Then change to a new tactic."

Tanhua: "What new tactics?"

Fan Peiyang closed his eyes again, and continued to concentrate and adjust his breath: "This is uncertain, it depends on the situation at the time. How much energy is left in me, how much energy is left in Leon, how much time is left, the injuries of each other, the surrounding What kind of terrain, your current mood of watching the battle, and the probability of helping Leon attack me in the end, are all within the consideration of the new tactics."

"...Okay, I'll just assume that you can consider so many things," Tan Hua still couldn't believe it, "Can you ensure that the new tactics will be successful?"

"Of course there is a possibility of temporary failure," Fan Peiyang said, "so I will most likely bring the battlefield to the vicinity of the temple. If necessary, I will introduce other passers-by who don't know the truth to disrupt the situation, and find new tactics in the chaos."

Tanhua: "..."

He finally understood that the final whistle of Fan Peiyang's battle was just one, President Fan wins.If you don't win, you have to continue to fight with me, until the end of the world, until the end of the world.

Onion fighter?

This fucking is clearly mille-feuille!

The author has something to say: President Fan: If anyone sees the coat I took off before the battle, please send it to the entrance of the temple, thank you.

Chapter 85 Encounter in Narrow Alley┃Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived, Tang Lin didn't know that he couldn't even think about it in his heart.

As the light of the healing magic tool shrouded, the scratch on Leon's arm healed quickly, and at the same time he gradually woke up.

Guan Lan clicked her arm to exit the <Stationary Box>, looked up and found that Fan Peiyang had stood up.

Fan Peiyang's jacket was taken off before the battle, and the inner singlet was torn off to bandage the leg injury, so at the moment he was wearing a pair of trousers and was shirtless, showing his beautiful muscles and strong waist at a glance.

Guan Lan looked at it for a few seconds, then lowered her head and poked her limp chest twice, angry.

However, as the leader of Strawberry Donuts, he temporarily put aside his resentment towards Tall and Mighty, and stopped Fan Peiyang: "Hey, are you leaving now?"

The not-so-light leg injury still caused some troubles to Fan Peiyang. He was considering whether to deal with it further when he heard Guan Lan's voice.

"Is there anything else?" He turned his head, glanced at Leon who had just woken up, and understood, "Need work injury compensation? Make a price."

Guan Lan: "..."

This kind of man who speaks and shuts is full of money, but still has a unique aura, which does not make people feel vulgar at all. Even shirtless, he can wear air like a suit. What planet is he?

"What I want to say is——" Guan Lan bit each word clearly, trying to suppress the flaws in her heart, so as to make her smile appear brighter and more sincere, "Do you want some donuts?"

Fan Peiyang tilted his head slightly, a little surprised by this sudden invitation.

Guan Lan has no eloquent lobbying, only a sharp and direct: "You deserve a stronger team and partners."

Fan Peiyang shook his head without even a trace of hesitation: "I don't like being led by others."

Guan Lan frowned: "Let me confirm again, the leader of VIP is Tang Lin?"

Fan Peiyang: "Yes."

Guan Lan: "You just said that you don't like being led!"

Fan Peiyang: "Oh, Tang Lin is an exception."

Guan Lan: "..."

Tanhua, who had just helped her partner up, covered Leon's ears all at once—dog food is not conducive to wound recovery.

Guan Lan could only change weights if she was not strong enough. She lowered her eyes to look at Fan Peiyang's legs, and the single clothes wrapped around the wound were already slightly red: "Why don't you use magic tools?"

Fan Peiyang's gaze followed him down, and landed on the wound he simply bandaged, and he remained silent and did not answer.

"Didn't you spend money like water, and didn't even buy a few healing illusions? Or..." Guan Lan raised her eyes jokingly, "Give it all to Tang Lin?"

Fan Peiyang met his teasing, not only did not hide, but stared at Guan Lan with more and more meaning.

"..." Guan Lan's brows that had just been stretched gradually frowned again, always having a bad feeling.

"It doesn't need to be too rare, just any phantom tool that can initially heal the wound," Fan Peiyang generously asked, "Let's make a price."

Within 2 minutes, Guan Lan was asked to make an offer twice: "Aside from money in your life, can't you talk about anything else?"

Fan Peiyang humbly asked: "For example?"

Guan Lan: "For example, if you join the donuts, I will help you heal your injuries. Not only this time, but if you are injured in the future, we will try our best to get you treated in time."

Fan Peiyang lowered his eyes and gently stroked his lower lip with his thumb, as if he was thinking seriously.

Guan Lan's face lit up, was he shaken?

Fan Peiyang put down his hands and raised his eyes: "I still like pure money relationships."

Guan Lan: "..."

Then you just thought about it for so long!

I don't know if he saw Guan Lan's subtext, or paved the way for the future, Fan Peiyang rarely explained: "I was thinking, if you dare to play such a guarantee, you must have too many illusions in your hand. If I can't accept it next time If you find a satisfactory phantom, I can come and talk to you."

That's right, we've come to this point, and it's boring to beg for an invitation to join the group.

"Donuts are not a store, and donuts are not short of money." Since there is no possibility of becoming a member of his own team, Guan Lan just went on business, "If you want a phantom tool, find it yourself."

"There is no shortage of money..." Mr. Fan never had only one plan, "Then I'll exchange stationery with you."

Guan Lan was overjoyed, and shook her head without even thinking about it: "You don't even have a magic healing tool on you, so I don't think there are any rare stationery that is worth replacing."

Fan Peiyang was calm and relaxed: "Is the special stationery not worth it?"

Guan Lan was taken aback.

Tanhua and Leon had already got up, and after listening to their conversation for a long time, they didn't take it seriously, and they were quite surprised at this moment.

Special stationery is much scarcer than phantom ones. Not only is the stationery powerful, but the acquisition of stationery is hard to come by.

Fan Peiyang didn't have so much time to wait for the donuts to digest the information, and said straightforwardly: "One <[special] I am a VIP>, in exchange for two healing magic tools, you are not at a loss."

"'I'm a VIP'?" Tanhua was so surprised that she couldn't help but speak out.

Fan Peiyang remembers that donuts were an advanced subway entrance at the time, and when they went in, they only told each other that they used <[special] I am a VIP>, but did not mention the specific effects of this stationery, for example, there will be a beam of chasing lights, there will be Forming a crystal-like closed corridor, etc., thinking about this, he said: "This stationery will..."

"You don't need to explain too much," Tanhua interrupted him with a complicated expression, "Although we entered the subway entrance earlier than you, we can probably imagine how you became popular outside through the appearance of the four of you wearing sunglasses. Blanket hates."

Fan Peiyang immediately silenced and was at ease.

"That is to say," Guan Lan looked at him in disbelief, "you had five <[Special] I am VIP>?"

Fan Peiyang nodded: "Yes."

Guan Lan: "Who gave it to you?"

Fan Peiyang: "It's from the underground city."

Guan Lan: "The passer-by who came down from above?"

Fan Peiyang: "If it is absolutely impossible to obtain this stationery in the dungeon, it should be."

Guan Lan: "How much is it?"

Fan Peiyang: "30."

Guan Lan: "..."

Leon: "..."

Tanhua: "..."

One is 30, five is 150 million, why do you ask, leader!

"Ding--"

The sound of a successful transaction sounded, and <[Special] I am a VIP> fell into Guan Lan's <Stationary Box>. In contrast, Fan Peiyang harvested <[Magic] Rejuvenation> and <[Magic] Healed from Serious Illness>.

Fan Peiyang untied the leggings and used the latter on himself.

The wound stopped bleeding quickly and healed, but most of the pain still remained, and the "initial healing" state was maintained very accurately.

However, Fan Peiyang didn't care about this kind of simple pain. He walked to the edge of the roof, jumped neatly, and landed firmly in the alley.

"Fan Peiyang," Guan Lan leaned on the edge of the eaves, the test of [people's fear] with Tanhua and Leon is over, now that he has nothing to do, he is in the mood to chat leisurely, "You take a special stationery Don’t you think it’s a pity to change two phantoms? Phantoms are common, but special stationery is not.”

"It's nothing to be sorry about." Fan Peiyang bent down, pinched the trousers soaked in blood and stuck to his legs, and shook them lightly twice, let go, and the trousers stuck to his legs again. He frowned and stared at it for two seconds. He simply gave up and straightened up. "Stationery is good stationery, but if there is only one left, it's tasteless. I can definitely take Tang Lin in if I can enter the pass. If we can't get in, I can't let Tang Lin go in alone with stationery. break."

Guan Lan raised her little hand: "Let me remind you, your VIP seems to have a bamboo and a Nan Ge."

Fan Peiyang: "The same reason can be deduced."

Guan Lan: "..."

The person who cares is "Tang Lin is like Tang Lin and that", and the others are "the same reason can be deduced". This differential treatment is so real that it makes people cry.

The three donuts on the roof, with the breeze blowing, comfortably watched Fan Peiyang go away.

Mr. Fan walks like the wind, and he doesn't look "healed from a serious illness" at all. Even though he is shirtless, his back still gives people a different kind of unruly and chic.

"Oh," Tanhua sighed enviously, turned to look at his teammates quietly, "When will I be able to develop this figure..."

Leon was "reviewing" the match against Fan Peiyang in his mind, in order to learn from experience and lessons. Seeing his teammates watching, he had to temporarily stop and give his teammates a polite response: "Welcome to join."

Tanhua was confused: "What?"

Although Leon focused on the "replay battle", he did not miss the words of his teammates: "Don't you want to exercise, welcome to join my daily 'abdominal muscle tearer' training."

"No, no need," Tan Hua's mind flashed the image of his teammates training in hell every day, and he swallowed hard, "You just have to work hard, I'll just make do with it."

It was inevitable that Leon sent another invitation, Tanhua hurriedly went to Guan Lan to change the subject, but saw his team leader looking around vigilantly.

His heart tightened: "What's wrong?"

Guan Lan frowned: "It always feels like someone is watching us."

"Ah?" Tanhua immediately cast her eyes to search the streets and alleys below.

Leon also got up alert.

"Don't look for it," Guan Lan tasted for a while, the feeling of thorns on his back has disappeared, "It should have run away."

"It must be obvious that we have discovered it," Tan Hua curled her lips, "I just don't know who it is. It stands to reason that the neck rings of the three of us are gone, so no one should be watching us anymore."

"Not necessarily staring at us," Guan Lan recalled. "When Leon and Fan Peiyang were fighting, I felt wrong twice. I guess he was already around at that time, and maybe he followed us all the way to transfer the battlefield."

"So persistent? For whom, Fan Peiyang?" Tanhua couldn't convince herself, "Fan Peiyang is Leon's goal."

"Then I don't know," Guan Lan shrugged her shoulders, "Maybe I'm oversensitive."

It doesn't matter if someone is really following them or they are nervous, anyway, it has nothing to do with them now.

Tanhua relaxed again, and was more concerned about another thing: "Leader, do you really want to pull Fan Peiyang into the donut?"

Guan Lan was quiet for a while, the pity and disappointment in her heart surfaced for the first time on her face: "Well, I really want to."

This is not the first time that the team leader has pulled people. Guan Lan also sent an invitation when he met a good passer-by in the dungeon.But usually it's just a mouthful, like to join in, don't like to join in and pull down, like Fan Peiyang who is reasonable and tempted with illusions, absolutely never before.

Not to mention the palpable disappointment after being rejected.

Tan Hua has never seen it before, who can make Guan Lan care about it like this: "Leader, do you have a little high opinion of him? Yes, he defeated Leon, but it was also because he and Leon happened to be long-range attacks A stationery tree, that’s why he got his physical strength in the end, if he met you, he wouldn’t have the chance to fight his physical strength at all, and he would be poisoned and fall to the ground with purple lips in minutes.”

Guan Lan shook his head: "It's not looking at the present." He looked at the direction where Fan Peiyang disappeared, with an unprecedented seriousness, "Tanhua, Fan Peiyang's current force value is far from his limit. In the future... wait until his stationery tree is fully displayed." When combined with his fighting talent, it is the real terror."

At the same time, there was a dead end somewhere in Ring City.

A 1.9-meter strong man, with his back against the wall of a dead end, stared at the steel needle hanging in front of his eyes, wanting to cry without tears: "Brother, if you want money, I will give you money. If you want stationery, I will give you stationery. You take my clothes off." What's going on..."

Mr. Fan, who was shirtless, elegantly spit out the countdown: "Three, two..."

"I'll take it off, I'll take it off!" The brawny man took off his neat jacket with a mournful face, and while taking it off, he said tearfully, "This is a new one I bought in the shopping area before entering the checkpoint, please be nice to it Son……"

Countdown 00:37:00, in a hidden alley in Ring City.

Tang Lin raised his head in the narrow alley, and finally he could see a little bit of the temple tip from a distance.

The place where he fought He Lu was on the edge of the ring city, which was one of the points farthest in a straight line from the entire ring city to the temple. So after getting the neck ring, he devoted all his energy and time to "avoiding the ring city." Drive other passers-by and get to the temple as quickly as possible."

The process is generally smooth, but "as soon as possible" is not done.

There are still many passers-by scattered in the Ring City, most of whom still have their neck rings, but they haven't got the target's neck ring yet, so they can only search in the Ring City.

Up to now, Tang Rin still doesn't know whose target he is, which means that every passer-by he meets, and the target photo found in the <Small Paper>, may be him.

In this kind of situation, he had more scruples when rushing on the road. When he heard human voices in the distance, he had to take another detour, and after a lot of tossing, he finally arrived at this alley smoothly.

The tip of the temple in the distance finally let Tang Lin see a glimmer of light on his long journey.

Raise your hand to see the countdown, there is enough time.

I just don't know what happened to Fan Peiyang, Zhuzi, and Nange.

As the old saying goes, say Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrives.

Tang Lin didn't know that he couldn't even think about it in his heart, because as soon as he thought about Fan Peiyang, he heard the other party's familiar voice from behind——

"Tang Rin."

The hurried footsteps stopped suddenly, Tang Lin turned around and saw Fan Peiyang walking from the other side of the alley.

He was shirtless and only wore a pair of trousers. There were holes in his calf, as if he had been pierced by a sharp weapon.

The author has something to say: He is coming...