Asking for Directions

Early the next morning, a Kolman Dragon Rider unit secretly set out.

Except for a few people, no one knew that Rein had left Black Dragon City.

The distance from the "Karatva Basin" to the territory of City of Radiance is very far. Even though the dragon was not disturbed by monsters and zombie hordes along the way, it still took several days to fly along the Alkolon Mountain Range.

I must say, riding a dragon is a really great experience—it's smooth and incredibly fast. Otherwise, riding a magical beast across the wasteland would take who knows how long.

"The Mechanical City is 30 kilometers to the northwest, and there are no large, high-level undead nearby. Doctor Rein, we can only take you this far."

"Alright, everyone, go back now. I'll be careful from now on."

"Yes, Doctor Rein, take care."

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In a small grove of trees, Rein bid farewell to the Kolman Warrior had brought him there.

This time, he was truly alone, without Bazel's protection.

It felt like he had suddenly stepped from a warm room into a frozen wasteland. The sense of impending doom was like a biting wind, instantly sending a shiver down his spine.

However, this feeling is quite nice.

Rein put on the "Disguise Mask" given to him by Ymir, then put on the Crow Mask he hadn't worn in a long time, and then changed into an old set of clothes, including a white coat he hadn't worn in a long time.

He identified the direction and emerged from the woods.

There is a small hunter camp seven kilometers to the east, and the leader is Second Tier Transcendent. This is intelligence that the Kolman Warrior had already scouted out.

Rein planned to first infiltrate the hunting team as the "sole survivor of the hunting team that suffered from the zombie horde" to gather information, and then find an opportunity to go into the "hunting base" with them.

The plan is fine; after all, being a doctor comes with a friendly aura, and almost any hunting team would take him in.

After deliberately engaging in a fierce battle with several small skeletons along the way, his clothes were torn and ripped, making him look more like a medic from a hunting party who had miraculously survived a horde of zombies.

Then, after walking several miles, they indeed found the small camp where people were cooking over a fire. There was a hunting team of ten people there.

"Oh my god, I've finally encountered a living person!"

Rein pretended to run over in a panic, shouting with a look of fear and excitement, "Excuse me, which Scavenger Gang are you from? Please take me, the poor doctor, with you. My team was just wiped out by a horde of zombies."

He felt his acting skills were pretty good, and his story had no flaws.

Not to mention that hunting west of the Alkolon Mountain Range became infinitely more dangerous after the outbreak of the Black Tide, even during normal hunting, it was perfectly normal for entire groups to be wiped out.

Rein's arrival immediately caught the attention of the squad.

No, to be precise, he knew he had been spotted by the vigilant assassins as early as two kilometers away.

Seeing a stranger rushing towards them, the men became alert, their fingers already on the triggers of their muskets and crossbows.

A man with a head full of dreadlocks, holding twin willow-leaf swords, who seemed to be the leader, looked at Rein and said, "We are a squad under the 'Blood Thorn Scavenger Group.' Sir, where are you from?"

As he spoke, a half-smile crept across his lips.

Rein stopped about fifty meters away and could see the group's attire clearly.

Of the ten members in the group, seven were dressed as assassins, clad in light leather armor, daggers, and hooded muskets. This professional setup was highly unusual. Unless it was a specialized reconnaissance team, a typical hunting party would never have such Extraordinary Profession.

Upon seeing the greedy look in those people's eyes, he immediately realized that he had encountered a former colleague.

Clearly, this is not a legitimate hunting team.

Because he was all too familiar with the way these people sized up "fat sheep"—they were phantom thieves!

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Rein mentally complained, suddenly feeling that his mission had gotten off to a bad start.

Perhaps the other party is a phantom thief who has changed professions to hunt in the wilderness?

He wasn't that naive. His expression hardened as he replied, "The day before yesterday, I was the team medic for the 'Iron Kite Scavenger Group.' Our group encountered a massive zombie horde in the south; everyone died. Only I survived and escaped that damned place."

Hearing this, the leader with the dreadlocks clearly became interested and asked, "Oh? There's a zombie horde to the south? Where exactly is it? How many are there?"

Clearly, the other party also wanted to get some information out of him.

Rein casually remarked, "There are probably a few hundred in the grove of trees about fifty miles to the south, I haven't counted exactly. But they're crawling out of the soil everywhere."

"A very strong undead?"

"Hmm. I saw a Third Tier rotting corpse."

How many are there?

"Three or five heads"

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In the question-and-answer session, Rein was also very patient in making up stories.

After listening, the leader of the dreadlocks let out a mocking sneer and said, "Alright, take everything off, you can get lost!"

Once the target is no longer of value, professional thieves never complain.

Upon seeing the demerit, Rein showed no surprise whatsoever, yet feigned alarm, asking, "What... what do you mean?"

One of the thieves sneered, "We're from the 'Black Skull Group.' What do you think we mean?"

Rein raised an eyebrow slightly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Revealing their name means that the other party is going to kill someone!

Moreover, isn't this "Black Skull Phantom Thieves" one of the three major phantom thieves in Omar, the one that ambushed the Black Gold Merchant Guild and was suspected to be an official thief group controlled by the higher-ups of Omar?

Tsk tsk, what a small world!

These guys are picky about their locations; robbery is a much easier way to get rich than hunting. They don't have to risk exploring dangerous areas themselves; they can just find a suitable spot and wait for other hunting teams to return to town.

With the musket already pointed at his head, Rein slowly took off his backpack as requested, seemingly willing to sacrifice his money to avoid disaster.

At the same time, gunshots rang out.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

As expected of a ruthless professional thief, he chose to fire the moment his target lowered their guard.

This world is just that cruel.

Rein was not surprised at all. His eyes caught the moment they pulled the trigger and their fingers exerted force, and at the same time, their feet pushed off the ground.

The loud "pop" of the foot being stepped on blended with the sound of the gunshot.

The three shotguns spat out sparks almost simultaneously, and thick white smoke billowed out instantly. These cunning thieves were highly experienced in killing; the three muskets blocked all of Rein's escape routes.

Those three shots would have severely injured even Second Tier Transcendent, if not killed.

However, this does not include Lei.

After the gunshot, the ten thieves wore mocking smiles on their faces.

Haha, what a naive doctor.

But the next moment, his gaze froze on that spot.

Because they discovered that after the bullet pierced through the figure of the guy wearing the Crow Mask, it actually dissipated into light and shadow.

"A phantom! Oh no, it's a master!"

The leader of the dreadlocks reacted extremely quickly, shouting in his mind. He twisted his twin swords, ready to unleash a spinning swing without a second thought. Regardless of whether this strike would injure anyone, it would at least ensure that he himself remained at bay.

However, he never expected that death would come without warning and faster than he could react!

The moment he gripped the hilt of the knife, he felt as if he had been struck in the chest with a heavy hammer, his blood instantly freezing. Before the terrifying sense of impending death could even make his pupils dilate, the blow to his chest felt like a cannonball exploding, shattering his heart and instantly killing him.

[Secret Technique: Cannon Fist] - One punch to kill!

A Second Tier surgeon actually killed their leader in a single encounter?

When the boy with dreadlocks spat out a mouthful of blood, the onlookers finally noticed the doctor in the white coat.

But before anyone could react, there was another loud explosion.

"Smack!"

Finally, those people realized what was happening.

Someone exclaimed, "It's the Martial Arts Profound Meaning, [Divine Speed]!"

After all, they were all veteran thieves who had come from piles of corpses. Although these guys' senses couldn't keep up with Rein's movements, their reaction speed was extremely fast.

Just as Rein killed the dreadlocks with a single punch and then, with lightning speed, kicked another assassin in the neck, that guy drew his musket with incredible speed and unleashed a barrage of fire in Rein's direction.

Snap, snap, snap, snap

Gunshots rang out incessantly, and the white smoke of gunpowder lingered.

For low-level Transcendent, the simplest and most effective way to attack is still with a gun!

Assassins learn two specialized skills: "Rapid draw" and "marksmanship." Every professional assassin is a skilled marksman!

At this distance, with such a dense barrage of bullets, no matter how fast you move, you will inevitably be unable to dodge them.

Rein was indeed shot, and not just once!

But this did not stop him from continuing to kill.

He snapped the throat of the nearest thief with his other hand and then used the corpse to shield himself.

Those thieves were extremely decisive. Without even confirming whether their companion was dead, they fired another volley of bullets until they ran out of ammunition.

What no one expected was that after this round of the most intense concentrated fire,

Then I heard another desperate sound.

"Smack!"

The air exploded again, and the guy's figure vanished once more!

Three of the ten were gone, and even the most powerful Second Tier leader had been killed. The remaining men were no match for Rein.

With Monstrous Strength and Profound Martial Technique, once hit, there is absolutely no chance of survival!

He charged straight through the hail of bullets, and then punched the nearest guy who was about to pull the trigger, denting his chest.

Before the bodies even fell, he lunged forward several meters again, his palms like blades, slashing down on the necks of the two thieves. A cracking sound of bones breaking rang out, and the two died instantly.

Four left!

The four surviving thieves were terrified. They never imagined that in just ten seconds, all six of their companions would be killed by this guy in front of them!

The muskets did absolutely nothing to slow down their deaths. They dropped them as if they had touched a hot iron, and then ran off in different directions without looking back!

This is a common professional skill among phantom thieves—when disaster strikes, everyone flees for their lives!

"Run? Do you think you can escape?"

Rein squinted, pushed off the ground with his feet, and disappeared from the spot.

The "Six Forms of Combat" is hailed as the strongest ultimate technique in the Fighter Sequence; it is no mere empty title.

[Divine Speed] is known as the ultimate assault technique of the Transcendent, how could a few First Tier thieves possibly bypass it?

Poisonous smoke, disguise, stealth. How could these familiar thief tricks possibly fool Rein?

He has now mastered the [Great Strength Demon God] secret technique to the point of "Divine Power Realm" and his leg muscles have exploded to such an exaggerated degree that even Third Tier Strength Extraordinary being would be amazed.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

A series of loud bangs echoed through the air as he sprinted forward, leaving behind several afterimages.

After several twists and turns, he still easily killed three people in a row.

Then he caught up with the last guy who had run far away and kicked him, breaking his leg.

The one-legged thief stumbled and fell to the ground, terrified, and begged for mercy, "No, don't kill me!"

Instead of killing the man immediately, Rein, under the man's terrified gaze, expressionlessly pried out the bullets lodged in his muscle, and then coldly said, "Now, I'll ask you a few questions."

Sure enough, this is the right way to ask for directions.

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