Casablanca, 16th Street.

Sauer walked out of a "consignment store" opened by a somewhat dilapidated Jewish man.

To put it bluntly, the "consignment office" is China's "pawn shop".

"This Russian actually stored the token of Group 8 in such a place, and he really had it." Saul touched the "group token" put into his top pocket again. He seemed to be worried that the group token he had obtained through great hardships would disappear in the blink of an eye.

The process of getting the token of the 8th Group was not tortuous, but Saul was deeply frightened. Xie Juan, a woman who looked so ordinary that she could not be more ordinary, was so scary. She just used a thirty-second recording to turn the rigorously trained Russian old spy into a fool who could only answer questions honestly.

Shaoer was glad that he suppressed his curiosity and, as Xie Juan ordered, avoided the recording for 30 seconds. Thinking about the appearance of the Russian spy dying after answering the question, Shaoer felt lingering fear now.

Sauer, who grew up in the "slum" of London since childhood, used to be the only longing for the city of Casablanca, was that there were mysterious Arab-born beauty here.

Saul had thought before that if he would go to Casablanca, it must be because of the erotic hunting. He never dreamed that he would go here to hunt for death.

Sauer was born in an ordinary family in the "slum" in eastern London. His father died when he was 7 years old because he was involved in a gang fight. His strong mother worked hard to get him and his two sisters and one sister.

After graduating from college, the two sisters immediately identified their relationship with their families and married into women. They never had any contacts again.

The exhausted and haggard mother was seriously ill and suffered from severe multi-organ failure. The cost of maintaining life in the hospital alone was astonishingly high. The expensive surgical cost that could reverse the condition was an astronomical figure that Saul could not reach.

Although Shaoer was just sensible and as the only male member of his family, he worked part-time and worked everywhere to supplement his family income, his mother's condition was obviously unsustainable, so he resolutely gave up his dream of entering university and sold his house. His sister was fostered at the home of a relative who had reluctantly agreed to accept it, and he entered an ordinary underground club boxing match to make a living by fighting black boxing.

As her mother's condition worsened, Saul could be said to have overestimated her ability to participate in the "WBG Hell Training Camp" for the high income of the "WBG Black Market Boxing Competition".

Back at the Arabic-style hotel that was falling to the collapse, Saul always felt that he had forgotten something after putting the 8th Group token in his room with Lu Xuan.

Wait, wait for Lu Xuan and Xie Juan to come back.

The more Shaoer was waiting in the room, the more he thought about it, the more he was, the more he was thinking about it. He should have forgotten something very important. Shaoer, who sighed, resolutely left the hotel.

Taking a taxi and then taking the subway, Saul looked at the watch in his hand, and the time was pointed at 11:55 noon.

The sun above my head is a bit dazzling.

Saul found himself in a staggering and coming to an ancient alley that was rarely visited.

Why do I come to this place with great knowledge? Isn’t this the first time I’ve come to Casablanca?

Shaoer suddenly found that his nose was a little wet. When he touched it with his hands, it was wet and bloody! He was bleeding from his nose!

In an instant, Shaoer suddenly thought of something, hypnosis. Anyone who suffers from Xie Juan's black hypnosis will have blood gushing out of his facial features and die.

He was hypnotized by Xie Juan unknowingly. In an instant, Shaoer felt that his hair was standing up all over his body, and cold fear crawled up along his back.

The scenes of memory are constantly replaying, and Saul vaguely remembers that in the early morning of this morning, the two of them stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the hotel room. The window was open, and the wind was strong. The wind kept lifting the thick curtains, revealing endless darkness.

Xie Juan, with long hair dancing around, said something to him with a smile, and those words turned out to be silent in the memories.

Blood continued to gush out of his nasal cavity, and Saul felt that the world in front of him began to blur and clear.

Two people slowly walked out of the alley.

One was a tall and burly man with a cold mask on his face; the other was a sick boy with a dirty face and looked weak.

They are all members of the instructor team.

"The instructor who did not show up is so amazing. She actually asked the other team members to come to our territory to die." The pale and sick boy licked his tongue and said excitedly.

"She should have used hidden hypnosis on this guy. Although hidden hypnosis cannot directly make the other party die immediately, it can control certain behaviors of the other party for a long time." The masked man nodded.

"It's not a solution to blood flow like this... I'm so fucking dizzy..." Shaw, who was shaking, bent his body and held the walls of the alley.

"I'm leaving it to you. He is just a level 3 master who is about to die. You are a level 5 master." The masked man said in a deep voice.

The pale and sick boy smiled, revealing a mouthful of white fangs, "No problem, I must drink all his blood."

"Go, don't lose your last blood clan's face." The masked man nodded.

The blood clan? The unconscious Shaoer's heart was beating wildly. He did not expect that there were blood clans in this world.

As early as a hundred years ago, 2100 years ago, a blood infectious disease that only caused ordinary humans to have similar "cold symptoms" was spreading around the world. This blood infectious disease that is ignored by humans has brought devastating crises to the blood clan.

Once the blood clan is infected with this blood infectious disease, he will undoubtedly die. In the end, this ten-year blood infectious disease storm caused the blood clan to "completely" disappear from the dark world.

The pale and sick boy quickly moved behind Shaoer who was shaking with the wall. He saw a cold light flashing in his eyes, and he opened his mouth and bit Shaoer's neck artery.

It seemed that Shaul, who almost had difficulty moving, shook his body at the most critical moment and almost avoided the attack of the pale and sick boy.

After a moment of failure, the blood clan has always been known for its agility and speed. The blood clan boy punched Shaoer's vest. Shaoer's body moved, causing his attack to fail again.

It was strange that how could he fail to attack several times in a row? Why could this dying big man avoid his attack at the most critical moment? The teenager of the blood clan was puzzled.

"Silly, he is using ancient Chinese martial arts and the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams Steps. Although he is not skilled, he can still avoid your fast attack just right." The masked man said coldly.

It turned out that when Shaoer was at stake, he used the "Five Elements and Eight Trigrams Steps" that Lu Xuan taught him to avoid the killing move.

"Continue to attack, his physical strength is almost impossible to hold on." The masked man sneered and reminded the teenager of the blood clan.

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Chapter completed!