Vines lashed down like a raging storm, yet the Bandaged Swordsman strolled leisurely through them.
Every vine brushed past the Bandaged Swordsman as it fell, as though it needed only a fraction more to strike him.
But a miss was as good as a mile!
That tiny margin allowed the Bandaged Swordsman to advance, step by step.
He drew ever closer to 2 Kirk Street.
Sensing the Bandaged Swordsman's approach,
the banyan tree immediately began to shake.
Even the rustling of its leaves carried a sense of fury.
The relentlessly lashing vines all stopped.
Only then did the watchers who had fled into the distance relax and let out a breath.
"The Bandaged Swordsman is terrifying!"
"If attacks that dense can't hurt him... he could probably dodge a volley of gunfire too, right?"
"Definitely!"
"That's terrifying!"
"But he's still going to die, isn't he?"
"Of course!"
"Those vines have gathered together. They won't leave him any gaps now!"
Quiet discussion spread among the watchers as they looked at the vines gathering into rows.
Their shared brush with death seemed to have brought them closer together.
Eli, however, quietly put more distance between himself and them again-he could see perfectly well that every one of these seemingly chatty fellows had a weapon in hand.
As for what they intended to do?
Even an idiot could figure that out.
In a sense, watchers were worse than bandits. Bandits only specialized in robbery, while watchers always moonlighted as bandits.
Sometimes they moonlighted as thieves, too.
In short, they were utterly unprofessional.
Of course, he was different.
Unlike ordinary watchers, he was a professional scout. He merely sold information and picked up loot on occasion.
Besides, he at least had the patience to wait until everything was over.
Even if he had guessed the