I am a hero of the former civilization.

She seemed to remember something, slowly stood up, dusted off her boots, and coughed lightly: "Sorry, boss Duffy, these are guests invited by my boss, very important guests!"

Padofelis emphasized "distinguished guest" and looked very confident, which made the others exchange glances.

They knew this somewhat famous businesswoman on Dusk Street. She could get almost anything for a price. Although there were rumors that she had stolen these things, it hadn't been confirmed yet.

The bosses were investigating her sourcing channels. If she really was a thief, they would naturally issue an arrest warrant, but that wasn't something Duffy was interested in.

There was a powerful "boss" who was her contact. Not only could he get his hands on all sorts of strange and unusual things, but he was also very mysterious. Once, the Black Blood Gang overheard a conversation between the two of them and cornered them in an alley, but they still couldn't find the boss.

Everyone is speculating that the boss behind Padofelis is not human at all, and that there happens to be a group in this world that is neither human nor non-human.

The fusion warrior, Padofelis, is most likely an informant for the Firemoth, which explains why she was able to obtain military equipment. And the VIP invited by the 'boss' is walking around the streets at will. Does this mean that he will move from the shadows to the light?

The group exchanged glances, quietly closed their safety locks, but weren't about to let the other party off the hook: "What does your boss want with him?"

"Uh, this is a trade secret, and it costs a lot of money to buy. Do you want to pay?" Padofelis looked very embarrassed and quietly stood on tiptoe, like a frightened kitten.

"Pay my ass! At least tell me her name, otherwise how am I supposed to know if you're lying to me?"

"Why would I lie to you? You are truly a distinguished guest."

"Then I can use this VIP to provoke your boss. Do you know how much money those gangs are going to give me?" The burly man rubbed his hands together, suddenly realizing he could take advantage of the situation.

Padofelis's lips twitched, revealing a smile that was more like a grimace: "Boss Duffy, you...you really know how to do business."

Well, I have no choice but to take this opportunity to make some money. Good luck to you.

The girl wasn't exactly selfless; she was quietly pulling out a handful of lime from behind her back when she caught a glimpse of a figure turning around, revealing an almost perfect face.

How beautiful! It's a pity it'll fall into their hands...

Before the thought even finished, a hand reached out from above and grasped the pistol.

For a moment, no one cared about Padrephilis anymore; all the guns were off their safety and pointed at Ryan's head.

"You want to die?"

"Keep an eye on Padophilia, don't let her get away."

"Break their arms and legs, arrest them all, and extract information from them."

Looking at the gun pressed against her forehead, Padofelis decisively stuffed the lime powder back into her waist pouch and raised her hands. Her ability to scale walls and leap across rooftops wasn't teleportation; how could it possibly be faster than a bullet?

But just then, she noticed that Duffy and his gang not only didn't fire, but instead all took a step back. Then she heard a 'thud' as half of the gun barrel fell to the ground, kicking up some dust.

Am I watching a magic trick?

Padofelis was a little confused when she heard someone next to her speak.

"My name is Adam, do you understand?"

After a moment of silence, everyone looked at the broken iron on the ground and the smooth cut in their hands, completely baffled as to how it was done.

In an instant, the steel was sliced ​​through, and it became impossible to even see what it was. If that thing had cut into me...

"Understood, Your Excellency Adam!"

Without hesitation, several burly men bowed in unison, their eyes fixed on the ground. They saw sweat dripping from their noses and onto the ground, and their legs began to tremble.

As expected of a distinguished guest, those rumors are true. This girl is connected to the Fire-Chasing Moth, and she was able to summon those monsters.

They couldn't help but feel awe towards the bewildered Padofelis. The fact that she had risen from a small merchant to a powerful figure was enough to fetch a considerable sum of money.

“Very well, let’s go, Padofelis.”

"Huh? Oh." The girl then came to her senses, turned around somewhat stiffly, and took a good look at the other person.

I initially thought he was a pitiful person, but he turned out to be incredibly strong. His delicate, expressionless face instilled an instinctive fear in me, and I knew I was in trouble.

I think I've gotten myself into some serious incident. The "boss" has brought in a super strong person who seems to be up to something. Boss Duffy will definitely sell this information, and then the entire Twilight Street will be in an uproar.

Normally, she would be happy to add a layer of disguise to her business, keeping people guessing and preventing them from making a move against her. But the problem is—

There was no boss at all. I was just groggy from my afternoon nap and hadn't found a place to stay yet!

Her usual good luck instantly turned into terrible misfortune. Padofilis followed dejectedly, her mind racing, trying to figure out how to cover up this slip-up. Before she knew it, she had wandered into a dark alley, where she discovered an even more fatal problem:

Why would I follow dangerous people?

"Um, Miss Adam, may I leave now?"

Ryan stopped in his tracks. While Padofelis was brainstorming, he had already thought everything through.

This was clearly a coincidence for him as well. He had originally planned to complete the first objective first, but Padofelis suddenly appeared, and he changed his mind.

The order doesn't matter, the news has already been released anyway. But this Padofelis, isn't she known for her luck?

Ryan stared directly at the girl. She was petite with slender arms and legs, and her heterochromatic green and blue eyes were very lively, just like a nimble kitten.

Cunning, timid, and somewhat lazy, he makes you want to tease him.

"You want to leave?"

Who wants to stay near a dangerous person like you? I need to find a corner to hide in and wait for things to calm down before I come out to do business again.

"Uh, today's events were all a misunderstanding. I need to report this to my boss. Or I can give you an address, and you can come find me there. My boss is incredibly influential on Twilight Street."

There's no boss for that; the address is definitely fake.

"Are you and the person behind you natives of Dusk Street?"

"Yes, I know this place very well, and my boss knows all its secrets!"

Ryan didn't want to expose her, so he slowly shook his head: "I just arrived in Twilight Street and need a guide. You seem perfect for the job. Come with me."

Ah this.

Padofelis wanted to slap herself, scratching her head: "But if the 'boss' asks, it will be difficult for me."

"If it's too difficult, then don't bother. Just have him come to me directly," Ryan said, and walked forward.

The girl retreated quietly like a cat, silent and agile. She wasn't that brave; of course, she wanted to find a chance to slip away. But after only a few steps back, she felt herself bump into something.

huh?

She touched it, and although there was nothing there, she felt a wall-like sensation. This magical phenomenon made her eyes widen. Looking at the straight back in front of her, it was like a deflated balloon, visibly sinking into despair.

Oh no, there's no escaping now. If I don't follow her, she'll probably cut me in half.

Padofelis hesitated for a moment, then suddenly realized that even if she escaped, she would be found by various gangs, and this time it wouldn't be so easy to get away.

Her little head drooped, as if resigned to her fate, and she followed along without any resentment towards Ryan. She just kept muttering to herself.

It's all because the sunshine was so nice today, how could I have slept so soundly?

Chapter 220 I'm a Kind-Hearted Person

"That's the black market; you can buy any kind of weapon there, even some military supplies."

"Turn left and you'll reach Black Rose Street. Most of the prostitutes there are pitiful people who have been kidnapped and are controlled by three bosses."

"The Blade's Edge Bar is just ahead. If you want to kill someone, you can go inside and find a bounty hunter. However, there are a lot of robbers there, so it's best not to go alone."

"The docks run straight ahead along this road, but most of them are for transporting flour. See those warehouses? Those are flour mills. Don't go near them."

......

Padofelis seemed resigned to her fate, introducing the local customs and culture of Twilight Street along the way. Although it was called a street, it was actually a huge town with its own military factory.

This place contains all the illegal transactions in the world, presenting a chaotic scene.

They were poor; in their dilapidated shacks, drug addicts lay like zombies, and gunfights and vendettas were commonplace. They were also wealthy; Ryan saw many opulent mansions along the way, their walls guarded by heavily armed guards.

Ryan glanced at Padofelis ahead. She was wearing a tube top and hot pants, looking quite sexy, and her steps were light, like a kitten patrolling its territory.

As a pragmatist, he hadn't actually studied this weakest of the heroes in detail, but Padofelis was very useful in Twilight Street.

She knew this place so well she could find her way out with her eyes closed. She just kept emphasizing how amazing her boss was, as if to make Ryan hesitate to act.

Timid, cautious, and somewhat clever, but kind and warm-hearted, she is a breath of fresh air in this talent-filled Twilight Street.

"When did Dusk Street become like this?"

"I don't know, but I was like this when I was born. I had a terrible childhood. If I hadn't been so lucky, I definitely wouldn't be alive now." Padofelis tilted her head and recalled, but there was no painful expression on her face.

Don't you resent your fate?

"There's no use in holding a grudge. As long as there's food to eat and a place to sleep, that's good enough."

"Never thought about leaving Twilight Street?"

"Oh dear, it's dangerous outside too. With the boss protecting me, I'm actually safer on Twilight Street."

She's quite optimistic; she'll definitely become friends with Alicia. Tsk, she can be friends with anyone.

Ryan suddenly remembered his social anxiety and, seeing a reasonably well-decorated coffee shop on the street, patted Padrephilis on the shoulder.

"Hmm? Is my guiding job finally over?"

“You’re far from it. I’m not here for tourism.” Ryan’s words made the girl hang her head. She pointed to the street and said, “It’s almost noon. I’ll treat you to lunch.”

Very quickly, Padofelis, who had been looking dejected, immediately raised her head, her eyes shining with disbelief.

"You're really treating me to dinner?"

"Otherwise, are you going to invite me?"

"Hey, I find you to be a really nice person, but let's make this clear first, we're just having a meal, no business talks."

"Of course it's just a meal. Is there some special custom involved?"

"Hehe, you just don't understand."

As they walked toward the café, Padofelis explained to him that in Twilight Street, inviting someone to dinner meant there was business to discuss, including but not limited to assassination, robbery, and flour trading.

Then she found a shiny coin on the road, and her face immediately lit up with a smile, and her steps became lighter.

“I’ve never seen this pattern before. I’m having good luck today.” Padofelis stuffed it into her pocket, taking another step forward in her collecting endeavors. But when she glanced at Ryan beside her, she began to mutter to herself.

But I got caught up in trouble again, but this person doesn't seem like a bad person, so am I lucky or unlucky?

Ryan didn't think much of it, but just glanced at her with interest. Padofelis wasn't much of a fighter, but was known for her luck, which he had just witnessed firsthand.

As for meeting him, he felt it was mostly good luck.

The coffee shop was decorated in a fairly clean and refreshing style. There weren't many customers inside, and the few who were there huddled in a corner, casting sinister glances before continuing their hushed conversations.