Su Xiao glanced sideways at the reserve Soul Reaper, and D. Assassin appeared in his hand.
Pfft.
After the faint gunshot, the reserve Soul Reaper staggered half a step back, then fell straight backward, collapsing silently at last.
After just one exchange, the reserve Soul Reaper was already playing dead. Who knew whether he wanted Su Xiao to stand there without moving or lie flat on the ground?
The smell of blood spread through the air, and many civilians on the street witnessed the scene.
"Ah!"
A woman's shriek shattered the lively atmosphere. The pedestrians in the street began surging toward one direction.
In less than ten seconds, only two people remained on the nearby streets: Su Xiao and a middle-aged woman. It wasn't that she didn't want to run; her legs had gone weak with fear, and she simply couldn't move.
The woman might have experienced the great ups and downs of life. Her eyes rolled back, and she fainted straight away. It was a very clever move.
Su Xiao removed the magazine from D. Assassin, loaded a bullet, and put it away. He strode toward the other side of the street, casually picking up a mask from a roadside stall and putting it on.
That drunk's expression had clearly shown that he recognized Su Xiao's identity. In other words, the Soul Society had already begun a large-scale manhunt for Su Xiao. This was normal; Su Xiao just hadn't expected the Soul Society to act so quickly.
Following the street, Su Xiao arrived at the southwestern side of the Rukongai district. This was a mineral storage area, and there weren't many people around.
As night deepened, Su Xiao sat on a wooden crate in front of a warehouse, wearing a mask. The Rukongai district was very quiet at night.