Ark Undead

When he saw the Undead and Ornstein beside him, his calm expression immediately crumbled.

At a speed incomprehensible to the immortals, it transformed into sorrow and the overwhelming excitement of seeing a benefactor.

"Big brother! Big brother, save me! Big brother!"

Onstan was stunned, and so was the immortal.

Greyhound wasn't done yet; he kept calling out "Big Brother" while running towards the Undead.

Upon arriving at the Undead's room, he first shoved the box in his hand into the Undead's hand, and then spoke rapidly into the Undead's ear.

"I'll go first! Come find me at the same place later, with this in hand!"

Before he could explain, he saw Greyhound quickly pull out another box from his person, pretend to stumble, almost dropping the box, before frantically grabbing it back.

Then he suddenly rushed out of the window next to the Undead.

The security guards and soldiers in light modern armor also chased the greyhound out of the window.

The Undead watched as one by one jumped out of the window, and he was already in a daze.

Onstan paused for a long time before looking down at the Undead.

"It's him?"

The immortal looked back at the window and nodded slightly.

"Yes."

283. The Greyhound's Little Scheme

Even though Greyhound had already run away, the presence of the Undead and Ornstein still attracted a lot of attention.

Of course, Greyhound deserves some credit for this. After all, Greyhound was running around yelling at the Undead, calling them "Big Brother, Big Brother."

Anyone would think there's something wrong between them.

The undead quietly tucked his hand into his cloak behind him. Then, from an angle where no one could see, he slipped the small box into his armor. When he took his hand out again, it was empty.

Greyhound's position was also excellent. When he handed the item to the Undead, he even used his body to block the action, so that no one noticed that the real box had been switched.

The Undead definitely trusts Greyhound to some extent; just based on the fact that Greyhound accompanied him to find humanity last night, Greyhound is worthy of the Undead's trust.

The guy who's surrounding the Undead and the others is Greyhound's enemy.

In other words, there must be a reason why Greyhound came here.

Moreover, it's uncertain whether Greyhound was brought here or came here on his own.

The security guards surrounded the Undead and Onstan. Their attire and physique deterred anyone from making a move against them.

A voice rang out from behind the crowd.

"Sir, do you recognize that boy who just ran out?"

The Undead looked over and saw a flashy guy in a suit and uniform, with his hair dyed red, making it look like he had been splattered with pig's blood.

The immortal nodded.

“I recognize him.”

"Does the gentleman know why he came here to steal from us Red Dust Travelers?"

Upon hearing the Undead admit it, his previously polite tone immediately turned fierce.

"I heard it all clearly. He just called you 'big brother' in public. Don't even think about arguing with him..."

"I'm."

The Undead nodded. He was doing this to help Greyhound hold off some of their men, hoping that this agile fellow could escape as soon as possible.

The Undying Man's quick answer left that showy guy speechless, seemingly not expecting the Undying Man to admit it so brazenly.

"Are all the knights of Kazimierz as straightforward as you? Well, that's fine, it saves me a lot of trouble."

He raised his right hand and lazily gave orders.

"Breaking into a private club and stealing valuable items—this is enough to keep you in jail for a while. Catch them."

boom!

Before the security personnel could even make a move, an indescribable ring of fire exploded in the room.

The flames, like a gentle breeze, seeped into every corner, then scattered outwards with the shockwave that exploded from the center.

Glass, doors, everything was pushed backward in an instant and ignited with flames.

In the middle of the smoky, spark-filled area, there was a sound like a heavy object crashing down, followed by the sharp crack of steel cutting through the ground.

"Onstan, have some fun."

The Undead was already fed up with these people asking him questions. Each one of them had to ask him, which not only delayed his search for Greyhound, but their attitudes were also increasingly arrogant. This was the service industry in Great Yan.

The greatsword carved a path in the ground, and the room was filled with sparks and objects that were gradually burning.

Even the emergency fire suppression system overhead had begun to function. But how could the meager amount of water possibly extinguish the flames that wouldn't kill?

Upon seeing this scene, Onstan immediately recalled the rumors he had heard during his travels.

That nameless hunter was so taciturn that one might think he was mute. Whenever he faced off against those kings, the kings would always maintain their composure and engage in pre-battle conversations.

This immortal man always starts fighting as soon as they meet. He can't even speak properly, all you hear is the sound of flashing swords.

"He really does have a fiery temper. Just like the legends say."

But such immortals are quite to Onstan's liking.

Fighting upon meeting and communicating with weapons—that's how warriors communicate!

Leaving aside what happened in the room, Onstan and the Undead stretched their limbs inside the Red Dust Inn.

The streets outside were filled with screams.

After all, an explosion occurred on the first floor, which can be considered an accident. People scattered and fled to find safe places.

Greyhound, who hadn't run far, heard the explosion from Red Dust Guest's direction. He shrank back, as if he could recall from the explosion the punch that almost landed on his head when he first met the Undead last night.

He only wanted the undead to do him a small favor, and he even took precautions, making sure the guys behind him followed him. But the undead were still surrounded.

Moreover, this explosion proves that the Undead really did make a move.

The Undead and Ornstein were perfectly capable of escaping the Red Dust Traveler; with their skills, these guys behind them would have absolutely no chance of catching up.

But the Undead decided to take action, which was to buy Greyhound time and create space for him to escape.

Greyhound stood on the roof of the low house and glanced back. The scattered sparks confirmed that a corner of the first floor of the Red Dust Inn had been destroyed.

"Wow... I'm really indebted to them now."

Greyhound shook his head, turned around and kicked a pursuer who had just climbed up the building on the head, then stepped on the head of another pursuer who was peeking out, and jumped to the roof of the low building on the other side.

We can talk about not dying later; right now, we need to get rid of these guys behind us.

An hour later, the Undead and Onstan turned from the main road into a small alley.

The two caused a ruckus at the Red Dust Inn, and then swaggered away from the intimidated group lying on the ground, their eyes filled with fear.

The Undead were naturally giving the Greyhound time to stall, and Onstan was also deliberately holding back, not actually killing anyone within the Great Yan territory.

However, despite this happening, the Undead did not see any high-ranking member of the Mortal Realm step forward to take charge, which puzzled the Undead.

Do they think this building is something they can just give up?

Standing in front of the building, the Undead thought for a while whether he should just flip the building over as well.

But when he thought about the many living people inside, the Undead gave up the idea.

He's just causing trouble, not trying to start it. He's already made enough of a commotion. There's no need to drag innocent people into this.

Therefore, no one dared to provoke them, and they were allowed to leave immediately.

They walked for several blocks without anyone stopping them. Even the passing police ignored them, pretending not to see the Undead and Onstan at all.

After thinking it over, I can only attribute this to Liang Xun.

When they left this morning, Liang Xun deliberately sent a car to Rhodes Island, and later, at the Undead's request, sent them to Red Dust Inn. He must have known that the Undead was investigating something.

According to his methods, it wouldn't be difficult to open a back door for the undead and do them a favor.

As they headed toward the place Greyhound had taken him the day before, the Undead and Ornstein gradually slowed down.

At this point, although Onstan was still very eye-catching, he was no longer as prominent as before.

"You came here looking for this guy. And then this guy just swaggered out of this building."

Onstan found the scene he had just witnessed particularly interesting.

"But shouldn't he have been unable to fight back and been taken away? Why does he seem like nothing happened?"

"I do not know."

The Undead shook his head; he knew nothing else about Greyhound.

We'll have to ask Greyhound what's going on in a bit.

The two gradually walked into the depths of the alley, and the Undead knocked twice on the door in the place he remembered.

Before long, a burly man came to the door, opened it, and saw the Undead and Onstan outside.

"you..."

When he saw Onstan, the big man was stunned for a moment, as if he hadn't expected to see such a tall and strong person.

"I was here yesterday."

"The Undead said."

"I'm looking for Brother Sun."

The burly man glanced at the Undead and Onstan with some suspicion.

The Undead went out today in a new suit of armor, looking like a knight from Kazimierz. He was quite different from his fair and thin appearance yesterday.

"Brother Sun isn't..."

The big man was about to reply to the undead, but it seemed like someone was speaking in his earpiece. The words got stuck in his mouth, and after a while, he changed his mind and said them.