Hell has invaded, but my Hextech is invincible!

Chapter 90 Various Forces, Hextech Accidentally Enters a Deadly Trap (4/5)

Faced with the burning villa, there was no time for fear, no time for hesitation.

Klein rushed into the raging fire like a madman, his hands covered in blisters from the scalding embers and flames, his skin scorched, but he was completely unaware.

"Don't die—please don't die!"

He knelt in the sea of ​​fire, unable to hold back his despair, howling and weeping uncontrollably as he desperately rummaged through the burning ruins.

Hextech is currently the only person who has the potential to access the truth and expose the truth.

If even he dies, there will be no one left in this world to seek justice for the countless wronged souls.

Rumble—

A violent tremor came from deep within the ruins, as if a giant object had overturned.

Then, the stone slab and the burning beam were lifted up.

A figure covered in soot and charred marks slowly emerged from the collapsed ruins.

Klein froze on the spot, staring blankly at the figure, speechless for a moment.

Hextech coughed up a breath of stale air, his eyes filled with cold malice, and he cursed in a low voice.

"Gan Ni Liang!"

"Damn it, do they really think I'm easy to bully? Poison and explosions!"

He looked up and saw a strange figure crawling on the edge of the sea of ​​fire, his face streaked with tears and his hands burned.

"Who are you?" Hex was surprised.

Klein snapped out of his daze, his voice hoarse and trembling: "I'm Klein, a reporter from the Daily News."

"I saw the explosion here and rushed over to take a look."

"I want to, I want to save people."

Hextech had vaguely heard his broken cries from amidst the ruins. Looking at his face, covered in soot and tear stains...

His disheveled yet sincere appearance suggests he was genuinely a kind-hearted person who came to save people.

"I'm fine," Hex said.

"It's too hot here."

"You should leave now."

As he spoke, he picked up a burning ember, crushed it, and used it to wipe his face.

Klein's throat tightened slightly as countless questions welled up in his mind.

He wanted to ask Hextech if he truly possessed the clues left behind by Karls, and if he had already known the truth about the Yellow King.

But all his words were ultimately suppressed by him.

He was clear-headed enough.

Now is not the time to ask questions.

The mastermind is watching closely, pressing him step by step. If he speaks rashly, it will not only disrupt the plan, but also expose Hextech and push him into a dead end.

Klein staggered to his feet, looking at Hextech, who was covered in sparks, standing in flames, undeterred by his injuries: "Are you really alright?"

"Do you need my help?"

"No need." Hex walked to the entrance of the ruins, his gaze deep and steady.

"I'll wait here."

"Waiting for whom?" Klein asked cautiously.

"Wait for the right person to come." A sharp glint flashed in Hextech's eyes.

He wanted to see which fool dared to mess with him.

At that moment, Klein understood completely.

Hextech is not suffering passively at all.

He deliberately stayed behind, guarding this place alone, just to lure out the mastermind hiding in the shadows!

In an instant, endless admiration and guilt swept over Klein.

Two generations of Adriatic: Karls martyred, and Hextech entered the fray.

They followed one after another, risking their lives for the one and only truth, for the injustice done to the dead, unafraid of assassination or destruction.

Compared to their courage and sincerity, my own five years of perseverance and all my efforts seem so insignificant.

So-called forbearance, composure, and courage are far from sufficient.

"I'm sorry," Klein said, bowing deeply. "You are a hero."

Without another word, he turned and left.

Hextech watched his hasty departure, his eyes filled with confusion.

A strange feeling of confusion arose in my heart: why would this person apologize to me?

Also, why call him a hero?

He might know something!

Anred, who lived next door to the villa, was still pondering whether there were any oversights in what had happened that day.

Mary, the wife, sat on the bed with a deathly pale face, looking at the Bible.

Anred wanted to talk to Mary, but the words wouldn't come out.

Since he announced that his illegitimate son would inherit Karl's nomination spot, Mary has barely spoken a few words to him.

However, after Hextech brought back the werewolf heads today, Mary's resentment lessened considerably.

Just then, a loud rumble!

A violent explosion rang out.

Anred was thrown off his chair by the shockwave from the explosion.

He scrambled to his feet and rushed to the window, where he saw flames raging in the direction of the villa; the entire building was engulfed in fire, flames shooting straight into the sky.

际。

Anred's expression changed drastically, and he abruptly turned to look at his wife, Mary: "Did you do this?"

Mary's lips curled into a faint, cold smile: "You don't trust me at all?"

"Although I hate him, he avenged Karl."

"I'm not so stupid as to commit murder."

Who is that?!

Anred's heart pounded wildly. He didn't even have time to put on his clothes properly before he ran frantically toward the villa.

When he arrived at the gate of the villa, he saw Hex sitting quietly in front of the ruins, his clothes burned to tatters and still covered with a few embers. His expression was not particularly bad.

Seeing Anred rushing towards him, Hex said, "You're finally here?"

"I only intended to stay for three days, but the yard was bombed on the first night."

He shook his head: "The chef you arranged poisoned me, and then there was an explosion."

"Are they afraid they can't kill me with poison, so they have to make such a big fuss?"

"Or are you saying, Anred, that you've already betrayed the United Front?"

Upon hearing this question, Anred broke out in a cold sweat, his legs buckled, and he was about to kneel down.

"No! I have already warned everyone in the family not to lay a hand on you!" he hurriedly explained.

"They probably wouldn't do that!"

"I will investigate this matter thoroughly immediately. If it was done by the Adrià family, I will deliver the murderer's head to you!"

"If the culprit cannot be found, I am willing to atone with my own life!"

Hextech clicked his tongue: "What would I do with your life?"

"I'm only staying for three days, and I didn't want to be bothered by these trivial matters."

Hextech stood up and looked out at the dark street: "It seems—"

""

"I'm just too good-natured."

Since some people want to die, let's send them to hell!

Seeing Anred's flustered appearance, Hex suddenly felt a sense of doubt. Even if the Adelians were foolish, they had all witnessed him single-handedly slaying werewolves and carrying monster heads to intimidate the crowd.

How could they be so reckless as to blow up the entire villa?

Did they really do this?

Moreover, he was attacked as soon as the two detectives arrived. Is it possible that the mastermind behind the case they mentioned chased after the two of them and attacked him?

Was that strange reporter Klein also involved in this case?

Hex felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the identity the United Front had assigned him!

"I need you to investigate three people for me," Hex said to Enrair.