Mo Li asked, "Hassan, have you ever considered something? Why would I dare go out alone during the Holy Grail War without a Servant by my side? Do you think I'm stupid?"
Hassan of the Hundred Faces froze. "Isn't that the case? Otherwise, how could you have been taken hostage by me so easily?"
"Hassan." Mo Li glanced at the pedestrians coming and going along the street, then reached out with his left hand and pinched the chin of the black-haired, pale-skinned Hassan before him. "You might become the first Servant to be eliminated."
"What?" Hassan of the Hundred Faces had been about to slap Mo Li's hand away. She was a woman, after all. But upon hearing those words, she froze.
Squish...
Mo Li's right hand pierced Hassan of the Hundred Faces's body like a blade, clutching a still-beating heart.
"Puh... How is this possible?" Hassan of the Hundred Faces lowered her head and spat out blood. Looking at the hand that had pierced through her chest, she was overwhelmed by boundless confusion.
Crack.
Mo Li crushed the heart of that Hassan of the Hundred Faces clone in one grip. At the same time, everyone on the street turned to look over. In that instant, a white mask appeared on every one of their faces.
Every pedestrian here had been disguised by Hassan of the Hundred Faces. She had already driven everyone else away with magecraft.
"You're actually this strong? That truly exceeded our expectations, but you may not be able to escape our abduction." Another female Hassan of the Hundred Faces spoke as the many Hassans watched Mo Li gently lay down the dead clone.
"Then ask my Servant first. Lancelot, kill them all!"
The Hassans were startled. Then, with a thunderous crash, Lancelot burst forth and killed