Chapter 297 Extraordinary (asking for monthly votes at the beginning of the month) You don't even know who the boss of our Savoy Party is, and you're asking me? You probably don't know that our boss is the "chief" of the secret organization "Iron Cross" and that we belong to an external organization... Hearing the other party's question, many thoughts flashed through Lumian's mind, and he put his right hand in his pocket. He immediately had three guesses: First, the boss Gardner Martin did some secret things through the Savoy Party, such as letting the "rat" Christo smuggle a strange item in, which was noticed by some people or some forces, and they planned to investigate the gang and catch the manipulator behind the scenes; Second, other members of the Savoy Party offended someone they shouldn't have offended, and were picked on by the other party; Third, after the demise of the Sting Gang, the Sava Party expanded rapidly, attracting the attention of certain forces and being targeted. With his mind racing, Lumian quickly ruled out the first two possibilities, because no matter if the secret was discovered or someone offended someone, the person being asked the question "Who is the boss of the Sava Party" should not be him! Normally, whoever did something secretive would be "visited" by the investigators first. Similarly, whoever offended someone would be the first to be dealt with by the avengers or the leader who provided him with shelter. Lumian had neither really participated in the secret affairs of the Savoy Party nor supported any of his subordinates recently. More importantly, the guy opposite directly asked about the "identity of the leader of the Sava Party", not whether so-and-so belonged to your Sava Party or whether you did something on a certain day in a certain year. Based on this, Lumian was highly inclined to believe that some force or some individual had taken a fancy to the Savoy Party and intended to recruit them. Of course, we cannot rule out the possibility that a rival gang accidentally came into contact with a strong man and asked him to help kill the Sava Party boss. But no matter which situation it was, their understanding of the Savoy Party was very superficial, and they didn't even know Gardner Martin's true identity. They just found out who the most famous Savoy Party member was recently and then went to "visit" him directly. “In other words, they are temporarily treating the Sava Party as a regional gang with a small number of Beyonders. It is obviously impossible to send out truly strong people to deal with such a gang, and they can’t afford to hire them. If they can get a mid-sequence, it’s considered very important, and it may not even exceed Sequence 6…” It took Lumian only two or three breaths to make a rough judgment. Seeing that he remained silent, did not immediately answer his question, and showed signs of drawing a weapon, the tall man with thick hair, dark eyes, and a brown and yellow wide-brimmed round hat snorted coldly, his expression and eyes revealing obvious danger. Almost at the same time, Lumian felt the darkness around him grow heavier, squeezing out the faint light of the street lamps in the distance and the crimson moonlight from the sky.

The darkness condensed like frost, slowly but firmly seeping into Lumian's skin, flesh, and bones, causing him to feel an uncontrollable fear. Is this the strength? Lumian, who has experienced a lot of things, sighed in his heart. He looked at the muscular man with gray hair, wearing a linen shirt and a brown jacket, and seemed a little frightened. He blurted out: "It's Gardner Martin! Gardner Martin, a member of the Savoy Chamber of Commerce!" The man nodded with satisfaction and asked further: "Where does he usually live?" What "Lion" Charles, what a cruel, brutal, crazy and powerful gang leader, is no different from other gang members! Gangsters like them only bully those who are weaker than themselves and rely on the support of the gang to fight with other gangs. Once they meet a truly powerful person or encounter simple dark spells, they will expose their inner timidity and cowardice! Lumian swallowed hard and said: "He lives at, he lives at 11 Fountain Street." At this point, Lumian seemed to wake up suddenly: "Let me tell you, our boss is a member of a secret organization, and his strength is more terrifying than you can imagine!" A member of a secret organization? The broad-shouldered man was startled at first, then smiled. This is really an unexpected gain! "Lion" Charles is even more cowardly than I thought. He even revealed such important information! The man raised his chin a little higher and sneered in a low voice: "Have I ever told you that I'm also a member of a secret organization? A very ancient secret organization." As these words were spoken, the oppression of the surrounding darkness grew stronger. Really? I didn't realize that... Lumian seriously considered whether to lead this guy and the forces behind him to the boss to see what would happen when the two secret organizations collided, and see if the "Iron Cross" might reveal more secrets. After a short silence, Lumian seemed unable to bear the pressure of the darkness. His right hand and arm in his pocket were shaking slightly. "I don't know, I don't know, the boss never told us the specific name!" The man looked at Lumian for a few seconds and felt that he really shouldn't know the details of that secret organization.

In a regional gang like this, at most the boss himself is a member of a secret organization. The man laughed fiercely: "Then take me to 11 Fountain Street." As soon as he finished speaking, he pounced on Lumian, so fast that he almost left an afterimage. Almost at the same time, the nails on both of his hands popped out, long and sharp, flashing with metallic light and reflecting the dark color. In his dark eyes, Lumian was not afraid enough to give up resisting, or to dodge in panic but slowly, but he stretched out his right hand that had just been in his pocket. The hand held a fist-sized, bright white fireball, and threw it at the target as if giving a gift. Fireball... blazing white... The man, whose face and backs of his hands were covered with short grey hair, was running too fast and was too close to the target to turn around in time. As soon as these two thoughts flashed through his mind, he collided with the condensed white fireball. Boom! Amid the restrained and low explosion, the man's abdomen was blown open, his flesh and blood were blurred, and a distinct burnt smell was emitted. After the other party asked who the leader of the Savoy Party was, Lumian put his right hand into his pocket, but not to hold a weapon to prevent attacks, but to use the cover of clothes to continuously create red flames in his palm, condensing them layer by layer and compressing them to the minimum. By the time the man launched his attack, the color of the flame on his palm had turned blazing white, and the power of the explosion was no less than that of a "giant fireball", and the power was more concentrated, with the effect of burning through the skin. If the enemy's speed had not exceeded Lumian's expectations, and the blazing white fireball had not hit the target as soon as it was thrown out instead of rising up, there was a high probability that Lumian would have seen the opponent's neck being blown off on the spot. The man was blown away with a loud bang, and Lumian himself was also affected by the aftermath. He staggered backwards, fell down, and rolled over several times. The two men stood up at the same time. Lumian's shirt and vest had traces of burning and tearing, and many parts of his skin were damaged. He saw a huge irregular wound on the man's abdomen, with bloody intestines flowing out and then being stuffed back in, with many broken and charred parts on the surface. This was obviously a very serious injury, but the man did not lose the ability to move. While pressing his abdomen to prevent his intestines and other internal organs from being thrown out, he let out a low roar that was a mixture of pain, anger and violence. Along with a low growl, short grey hairs grew out of his body, and he looked like a giant wolf standing up. His broken intestines began to wriggle as if trying to reconnect. His burnt skin slowly healed. The huge gash in his abdomen was partially closed by his hands, and his flesh and blood gradually interacted with each other. What a strong vitality... Lumian sighed sincerely when he saw this scene. He felt that as long as he was given enough time, the other party would recover! The other party's performance and state reminded him of several passages recorded in Auror's witchcraft notes: "'Werewolves', Sequence 7 of the 'Prisoner' pathway, a type of 'Alien'. When the moon is full or their emotions are out of control, they will be controlled by the desire for bloodlust and killing and involuntarily turn into real werewolves. "They possess terrifying strength, agility, and speed, and excellent self-recovery abilities. Their claws and teeth are strong and sharp, and they carry poison. They are equivalent to Beyonder weapons of the same sequence, and can destroy thinner steel plates. “They also know a few dark spells that can transform normal humans into monster-like puppets with short lifespans. "'Werewolves' are more common in the southern continent, and are always associated with various terrorist activities in the northern continent..." He actually encountered a "werewolf" Beyonder... Lumian did not give the other party time to recover from his injuries. A group of red fire crows condensed behind him and circled towards the target. The "werewolf" also did not wait there. He covered his stomach, pinched his wound, and moved towards Lumian in an arc at an extremely fast speed. Most of the Fire Crows that had initial locking capabilities missed their targets, but a few still changed direction slightly and landed on their targets one after another, with the rumbling sound continuing.

The "werewolf" had several more wounds, all of which were charred and bloody. Relying on his strong recovery ability and ignoring his injuries, he quickly closed the distance between himself and Lumian, intending to engage in close combat with this "arsonist" who was good at spells, and tear him into pieces with his sharp and poisonous claws. At some point, the darkness around Lumian began to further erode him, making him feel a certain chill on that summer night, which affected him a little. In a flash, a layer of red flames appeared on his body, bringing burning warmth. The next second, Lumian turned around and ran away, avoiding the attack of the "werewolf" claws. This made the "werewolf" whose mind was filled with bloodlust and killing desire feel that the opponent was afraid, felt that the target had already used all his strength and had little experience in similar battles. He chased after him and in a few steps he was behind Lumian. PS: Ask for monthly tickets at the beginning of the month~ (End of this chapter)