"Looks like it really wasn't Lanzo."
Beneath the black hood, a deep male voice rang out. The light twisted, and the hooded man vanished. He came and went without a trace, and whenever he struck, his attacks were as violent as a storm, aimed at killing his enemies. This was true stealth.
Lightning, shield walls, and black shadows flashed through the air. The three of Lanzo had already broken out of the tavern. In reality, not many Lone Wolves had surrounded them. One-third of the Lone Wolves were watching Babatre, another third had left to pursue Su Xiao, and the remaining third were wavering between attacking Lanzo and standing around doing nothing.
After Babatre was killed instantly, the Lone Wolves inside the tavern understood what had happened. Either Lanzo had taken Roger's sidearm, or the Sniper who had fired first had obtained Roger's weapon. There was no other possibility.
"It was the Sniper."
"I feel like it was more likely Lanzo putting on a sob story."
"That guy... can he really put on a sob story?"
The contractors inside the tavern slipped away. Moments later, only Babatre remained, sprawled on the floor and twitching as black blood sprayed from his entire body.
Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle...
The muscles on Babatre's body writhed. With a crack, his back split open, and a pair of claws emerged, their skinless muscles exposed and their flesh covered in blood.
"Poison Python! Sniper!"
The roar spread outward from the tavern, and the glass windows of the surrounding buildings shattered instantly. The stealth-type contractor who had rushed out of the tavern smiled.
"Babatre... seems to be angry."
The stealth-type contractor glanced at the two large Soul Crystals in his hand and felt some admiration for Lanzo's decisiveness. If he had been surrounded while taking the blame, he