Her pace visibly quickened.
The heels of the shoes hit the black stone slab, making a series of rapid snapping sounds, and the rhythm was nearly twice as fast as before.
The black skirt was lifted back as the pace accelerated, revealing a pale and slender ankle.
Dai Mobai looked at her obviously faster pace, and the corners of her mouth moved.
He chuckled nonchalantly.
Then he took a step forward and followed him slowly.
The streets of the outer city stretched in front of them, with staggered stone buildings on both sides, and the walls were covered with mottled moss and dark stains.
There are still dried dark brown marks on some walls, one by one, as if someone had poured a whole bucket of blood on them.
Several faint screams came from the distance, short and sharp, and they broke off midway, as if someone had strangled their throats.
From the moment Dai Mobai stepped into the outer city, he felt some eyes.
They were projected from all directions, sticky and greedy, like hungry wild dogs staring at a piece of fresh meat on the roadside.
There was no rational element in those eyes, only the most primitive hunger driven by desire.
Originally there was a girl in black gauze following Dai Mobai, but those eyes were just watching from a distance.
They know the girl in black gauze,
She is Slaughter City's guide. Touching her would be like slapping Slaughter City's manager in the face. Not everyone can bear the consequences.
Then they heard the conversation between Dai Mobai and the black gauze girl.
I saw the girl in black gauze taking a few steps quickly, widening the distance between her and Dai Mobai.
The invisible barrier cracked under their gaze.
They thought they had a chance.
A tall, bald man moved first.
He walked out of the shadows on the street and stood three steps in front of Dai Mobai.
His shoulders are broad and his neck is thick. On his shoulders is a tattoo of a scorpion with teeth and claws, its tail is raised to his shoulder blades, and its color has faded to gray.
There was a rusty iron chain wrapped around his arm, and the end of the chain dragged on the ground, making a clattering sound as he walked.
"New here."
The bald man grinned, revealing a set of jagged yellow teeth.
"Do you understand the rules? If you are new to this street, you must first pay the fare."
Two more people walked out from behind him, one was tall and thin, holding a short knife in his hand. The blade had fine serrations, and the handle was wrapped with a black strip of cloth.
A short fat man was holding an iron bar with several iron nails welded on the head.
The three people spread out in a fan shape, half surrounding Dai Mobai in the middle.
The bald man stood directly in front, the tall and thin man blocked the left, and the short and fat man blocked the right. They cooperated very skillfully. It was obviously not the first time they had done this kind of thing.
Dai Mobai stopped.
He looked at the bald head and then at the two people behind him, the expression on his face did not change.
"To pay for the road?"
He repeated these three words, as if he was savoring something strange.
"Yes."
The bald man stretched out a hand, palm facing up, and rubbed his fingers.
"You can hand over whatever you have with you. I'm in a good mood, sir. I might spare your life."
The tall and thin man laughed twice and twirled the short knife on his fingertips.
The short fat man didn't say anything, he just put the iron rod on the ground and made a dull sound.
Dai Mobai sighed.
"I'm in a hurry."
He said a few words and then continued walking.
The pace is neither fast nor slow, the direction has not changed, the speed has not changed, and even the expression on his face has not changed.
Baldhead was stunned for a moment.
He had stopped many people on this street, and he had seen people whose legs were weak from fear, people who were angry and violent, people who knelt down and begged for mercy, but he had never seen people who just ignored him like this.
"What the hell--"
The bald man cursed and reached out to grab Dai Mobai's collar.
He had just reached halfway when he saw Dai Mobai raise his eyelids.
There was a flash of scarlet light in those eyes. The light was so faint that it was almost invisible under the purple moonlight.
Then the bald head's field of vision turned upside down, the sky and the earth changed positions, the purple moon ran to his feet, and the stone slabs on the ground ran to his head.
He heard a snapping sound from his neck, and then didn't know anything else.
Dai Mobai took back his hand and continued walking forward.
His action was so fast that he didn't even leave an afterimage. He just raised his arm and then put it down again.
On the ground behind him, the bald head was tilted at an abnormal angle, his eyes were wide open, and there was a fierce expression on his face that he had no time to take back.
The chain slipped from his arm and hit the stone floor with a clatter.
The tall and thin man and the short and fat man were stunned on the spot.
But they didn't wait until they came to their senses.
Bloody light has filled their vision!
"Pfft!"
The hot blood spurting from their chests briefly woke them up.
Don't wait for their reaction.
All the blood in the body has flowed along the big hole in the chest and entered Dai Mobai's body.
"Poof!"
The dull sound of the body hitting the ground spread through the streets.
The street was quiet for a moment.
Most of those eyes that were about to move were shrunk back.
But there are still a few that have not shrunk. They have become more hidden and more patient, as if they are waiting for a better opportunity.
Dai Mobai doesn't care.
He turned his head and his eyes fell on the girl in black gauze ten steps away.
"Hell Slaughter Arena's opponents shouldn't be as weak as them, right?"
His tone was very calm, with a hint of undisguised boredom.
The girl in black gauze stood there, motionless.
But her eyes betrayed her.
In those dark brown eyes, the interesting calmness just now was gone.
What replaced it was a forcibly suppressed shock.
Her pupils were slightly dilated, her eyelashes trembled slightly, her hands folded in front of her were tightened at some point, and her knuckles were slightly white under the black veil.
She concealed the shock in her eyes, but not quickly enough.
Dai Mobai saw it.
He chuckled lightly and waited for her answer.
The girl in black gauze looked at him deeply.
She re-evaluated the young man in front of her and raised the level she had marked him in her mind by two full levels.
Then she turned around.
"Don't worry, you won't be disappointed."
Her voice has returned to its well-trained calmness, but if you listen carefully, there is still a trace of fluctuation in the end that has not been completely suppressed.
After she finished speaking, she quickened her pace again.
This time her pace was no longer the kind of brisk walking that deliberately distanced oneself from others, but an unconscious eagerness to take this person to the destination as quickly as possible.
The hem of her skirt swung out in a wider arc behind her, and the frequency of her steps was a little faster than before.
Dai Mobai followed behind her, still walking at a leisurely pace.
The journey was smooth and smooth.
After walking for about half an hour, Dai Mobai saw another city wall in his sight.