They all call me master

After learning that the person who came to the hotel in the morning was 'psychic medium' Arthur Kratos, Didion knew that he was involved in big trouble.

So, after only a slight hesitation, she chose to take the risk.

She wants to cut off the 'connection' with danger.

That ‘client’.

Of course Didion knew that the 'client' could not be the one targeting the 'spiritual medium' Arthur Kratos.

With the other party's status, he is not worthy at all.

But the person behind the other party must be.

And all she had to do was to prevent herself from being targeted by the guy behind the 'client'.

but……

Seems a little late.

Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him, and then at the two people holding crossbows at the entrance of the alley, Didion was filled with helplessness.

By this time, the lady had figured it out.

That ‘client’ was the bait put out by the middle-aged man in front of him.

Just for fishing!

Of course, it is definitely not to catch a stupid fish like her.

But I want to catch a shark.

But she rushed in headlong.

'I'm still impulsive...

Have the peaceful days passed for too long, making my mind slow? ’

Didion thought to himself, but had no more regrets.

Because this lady knew very well that since the middle-aged man in front of her was fishing, her attitude towards the bait would not be very good - the 'client' was the bait, yes.

And her?

Why not just another bait?

It is precisely because of this that the middle-aged man in front of him doesn't mind the baits killing each other.

Or……

Because of her strange behavior, the middle-aged man in front of her thought that she had really caught a shark.

‘What a piece of shit! ’

The lady cursed secretly in her heart, but said directly.

"Are you talking about the secretly born son of misfortune, the person favored by the God of Death, the contemporary 'black cat', the champion of the South Los Swordsmanship Competition, the male master of Caesar's Manor, the 'spiritual medium' Arthur Kratos?"

"certainly!

Apart from this Excellency, I don’t think there is another ‘spiritual medium’ named Arthur Kratos in South Los Angeles. "

The middle-aged man smiled and nodded.

"I know something about this sir..."

Didion lengthened his tone and looked at the two men holding crossbows at the entrance of the alley.

The meaning couldn't be more obvious.

Secrets should not be known to more people.

However, the middle-aged man shook his head.

“Their loyalty is unquestionable.

Madam, tell me what you know.

As long as I am satisfied, I will let you go as I just said. "

The middle-aged man emphasized again.

And this made Didion sneer from the bottom of his heart.

Are you satisfied?

How can you be satisfied!

"Well, I know one thing..."

boom!

When the tone was stretched again, Didion suddenly turned sideways, with the gun hanging diagonally upward on his chest, and adjusted the muzzle of the gun directly as he pressed down on his right arm. When his finger pulled the trigger, a gunshot rang out.

The middle-aged man was shot down directly.

The two men holding crossbows also pulled the triggers at the same time.

Facing the incoming arrows, Didian could only try to dodge. At the same time, she threw the dagger in her other hand.

Didion could predict that the dagger she threw would hit its target.

However, the woman was not at all delighted.

because--

Those two crossbow arrows will also hit her.

One of them will hit the vital point directly.

Can't escape!

Then stop hiding!

The lady drew out the twin guns from her chest and aimed directly at the other crossbowman.

She was dead.

But before she died, she had to take these people away.

Bang, bang!

Gunpowder flashes brightly.

The projectiles roared through the air.

The corners of Didion's mouth turned up, this lady was ready to die calmly.

At this moment, the lady once again thought of the dimly lit tavern, where she was drunk and saw the man again.

The embarrassed man, whose stomach was growling with hunger at the time, insisted on buying her a drink in order to repay the favor.

And, frankly speaking, this is a man's poor self-esteem, asking her not to hurt him.

So, she accepted it.

‘The guy said he would treat me to drinks again after receiving the royalties.

Sure enough, it is impossible to achieve in this life.

How is it possible for that guy to get royalties based on his articles? ’

With a hint of teasing, Didion closed his eyes.

Then--

Bang, bang!

Two crisp sounds echoed in the alley, and then the unique aroma of low-alcohol ale began to fill the air.

Didion opened her eyes suddenly, and she saw two broken wine bottles and the two arrows that had been knocked down by the bottles.

as well as……

A man came running out of breath.

"Didian, are you okay?"

Garcia, who was sweating profusely, looked at the woman in front of him worriedly.

Garcia, who had just received his first royalties that he could earn on his own, bought two bottles of low-alcohol ale without any hesitation and went straight to the Lotus Leaf Hotel.

He wanted to fulfill his promise to a woman.

Then, he discovered the Lotus Leaf Hotel with its closed door.

Immediately, Garcia knew something was wrong.

The ensuing explosion let Garcia know the direction.

Immediately, this new member of the 'Cloak Club', a man with a writer and an information dealer, rushed directly towards here.

Then, I saw Didion facing the incoming arrows, pulling the trigger, and the firecracker firing the projectiles.

From Garcia's perspective, Didion was bound to be hit by the arrow.

So, he threw away the wine bottle in his hand.

Garcia didn't know if he could stop it.

But that's all he can do.

Then, two wine bottles...

Throw it crookedly!

Flying towards the wall!

Garcia's eyes widened with despair.

However, the next moment, under Garcia's gaze, the two thrown bottles miraculously changed their direction and collided directly with the two arrows.

The arrow hit the ground.

Didion is fine.

Garcia breathed a sigh of relief and rushed over directly.

Looking at the sweaty and slightly clumsy Garcia, Didion smiled unconsciously in his eyes, but then he grabbed Garcia and blocked him behind him.

As soon as the lady's feet rubbed the ground, the downed arrow flew into her hand.

The sharp tip of the arrow was pointed directly at the middle-aged man who had been shot and was slowly standing up from the ground.

Garcia, who was protected by Didion behind him, also wanted to pick up another arrow, but after bending down to pick it up for a long time, the arrow stained with wine was slipperier than expected. Garcia tried several times but failed. In desperation, the newcomer of the 'Cloak Club' could only pick up the half of the wine bottle with the mouth still on it, and pointed his sharp edge at the middle-aged man.

Looking at the combination of the two, the middle-aged man laughed directly.

"Hahaha, arrows? Broken wine bottles?

You have no idea what you are facing?

Ms. Didion, you really disappoint me. Originally, I sincerely wanted to ask you a few questions and then let you go.

But who knew that you would foolishly choose to protect the ‘psychic medium’ Arthur Kratos! "

Speaking of this, the middle-aged man paused deliberately, the sarcasm in his eyes seemed to be real, and his words became sharp and harsh——

“You defended the so-called ‘spiritual medium’ Arthur Kratos of South Los, but now you and your friends are going to die, where is he?

You and your friends are destined to die in vain!

And that 'psychic medium' Arthur Kratos won't even notice little people like you! "

Vicious words echoed in the alley.

But, the next moment——

"Oh, is it so?"