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The faint figure approached at a slow pace.

Suddenly, a flash of fire sparked before him.

Tap!

An unusual sound echoed through the alley.

A pistol fitted with a suppressor!

The moment Riley heard it from inside the car, he knew what it was. He immediately ducked down, curling himself between the passenger seat and the dashboard.

Even if the car was not bulletproof, it was still better than being hit directly by a bullet.

As for Qin Ran?

Riley had seen clearly that, before the other side fired, Qin Ran had vanished from in front of the car with a flash.

Riley did not know where Qin Ran had gone.

But Riley knew Qin Ran had not abandoned him and run away.

The continuous gunfire was proof enough.

Tap, tap tap!

The headlights had long since been shot out. Aside from the flashes of muzzle fire occasionally bringing malicious light, the entire alley had become pitch-black.

When even the muzzle flashes vanished, the alley sank completely into darkness.

Riley, curled up inside the car, poked his head out again and cautiously looked outside.

But apart from darkness, he could see nothing.

Clang!

Just as Riley was carefully searching, the sound of metal clashing suddenly rang out in front of the car.

Two metal weapons collided and scraped against each other, scattering sparks and once again bringing faint light to the dark alley.

Riley's eyes widened instantly.

By that faint light, he could vaguely make out the person fighting Qin Ran.

A sharp longsword and a face so familiar it had haunted his nightmares.

"Executioner" Kerouac!

Riley instinctively wanted to cry out.

But at the last moment, he clapped a hand over his own mouth.

He did not want to distract Qin Ran, who was in the middle of battle.