Ark Undead

Let's not even talk about whether W had time to explain everything before Greyhound's blade struck her.

Even if W had the time to tell the whole story, Greyhound wouldn't believe W's sudden revelation.

The situation suddenly took a turn for the worse, and W was already considering whether to make a big commotion to attract the attention of the surrounding Da Yan police force.

W was prepared; she could run, but the Greyhound might not be so lucky.

Moreover, this will make it even more troublesome for W to carry out secret operations in the Great Yan later.

So, W, who ultimately chose to delay as much as possible, turned around and jumped off the high-rise building, and began to struggle with Greyhound with all her might in the winding alley.

W didn't use any particularly loud explosives, and Greyhound also tacitly refrained from increasing its Originium Arts output.

The noise the two made was similar to the sound of two children playing with firecrackers.

Two figures darted back and forth in the alley.

The greyhound was getting closer and closer to W, and W couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

She hadn't felt this kind of pressure in a long time; Greyhound's strength was among the top she had ever met.

What were the skill levels of the operators from the previous Babel Tower?! Scout's stealth ability was already insane enough, but it seems like Greyhound is even better at assassination and espionage!

W didn't have time to think much; all he could say was to run as far as he could.

Of course, she wasn't running away blindly.

All she had to do was leave this street in Rhode Island.

Once they reach the main road and the area under martial law by the Shangshu police, their fight will end.

The brightly lit road lay ahead, and the chase between the two was drawing to a close.

W was overjoyed.

As long as I get there... as long as I can get there!

laugh!

W heard the sound of air being torn apart, and her joy instantly turned into a chill.

Greyhound threw a crystal knife, which grazed W's body and landed on the ground not far in front of her.

Using this crystal dagger as a base, a crystal wall, as clear as an iceberg, rose up, completely blocking W's path.

Oops!

W then realized that his insistence on running onto the main road had caused the Greyhound to quickly close the distance between them on this straight road leading to the main road.

It's too late to think like that now.

W was only a few meters away from the crystal wall. Even if she tried to slow down, the greyhound behind her would catch up and suppress her once again with its powerful physical attacks.

Her heart sank, and she had no choice but to throw a powerful Originium explosive from her sleeve and smash it towards the crystal wall in front of her.

This would attract the attention of all the police in the vicinity of Tai Yan.

Greyhound wasn't afraid of being questioned. His years of experience operating in the Great Yan region had provided ample proof of his safety.

On the contrary, W, whose origins are unknown, is bound to hide all day long while being pursued by the Da Yan police.

Unexpectedly, after seeking help, they ended up in this situation.

W felt both annoyed and relieved.

If Greyhound is truly as he claims, loyal to the Tower of Babel of the past...

But W didn't have time to think it through.

Without warning, a fist smashed through the greyhound's hard crystal wall.

The Originium explosive she threw out was caught in the hand of the arm that had pierced through the crystal wall just before it hit it.

W's vision blurred, and the Originium explosive that was grabbed in his hand only made a muffled bang before being suppressed by the flames that ignited on his fist.

boom!

The entire crystal wall shattered, and W's body crashed into the scattered fragments.

Greyhound had no idea what was in front of him that was blocked by W.

He saw his crystal wall explode and assumed that W had used some means to overcome his obstruction.

He accelerated even further, and the crystalline blade that had formed on his right arm stabbed fiercely into the shadowy mass of fragments.

Ding!

A strange force exploded from the crystalline blade that the greyhound had conjured. His original straight thrust was reversed by this unreasonable force, disrupting his forward momentum.

It not only suddenly slowed his body down, but also caused him to lose his balance.

The crystal blade in his right hand was raised backward, exposing the entire front of the greyhound's chest to the air.

What appeared from the shadows was merely a gauntlet encased in steel?!

Are you kidding me? Flicking a knife with bare hands? This isn't some popular martial arts novel from the Great Yan Dynasty!

Greyhound was terrified. He quickly conjured a crystal chest protector in front of him, resting against his chest.

But the man did not attack the greyhound until it regained its balance and regained its footing.

It was only then that Greyhound noticed that the gauntlet seemed somewhat familiar.

"No, no...who are you?"

A burly figure emerged from behind the shattered crystal wall.

This was beyond Greyhound's expectations.

Greyhound saw that the Undead's left hand was gripping the woman's clothes by the back of her neck, as if it were holding a kitten.

The woman simply gave up resisting and didn't make a move at all.

Just as Greyhound was about to say something, he saw W raise his eyes and, with a hint of surprise, see the Undead.

Then, almost simultaneously, the two of them spoke.

"Big brother! Don't let her go!"

"Undead! Thank you!"

Two voices came out at the same time, and then both of them were stunned for a moment.

The four eyes met and a great deal of confusion was conveyed.

"You two know each other?"

"You were with the Undead?"

Suddenly, the two of them spoke at the same time, asking almost the same question.

This single word left the two even more bewildered; their usually sharp minds were completely dumbfounded at this moment.

The Undead looked down at W, which he was holding in his hand, and then at the Greyhound standing in front of him.

He sighed.

"I still can't let it go, so I came to take a look."

"I sensed your presence, W. I didn't expect you to come, Great Yan."

Back at the Rhodes Island office, W and Greyhound fell silent.

The Undead put W down.

After temporarily realizing that the Undead and the Greyhound knew each other, W finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At least now Greyhound can listen to her properly.

"Theresis asked me to come and do some business, and I thought I'd also take a look at the Rhodes Island office while I was here."

W didn't finish what he said.

"Then we got into a fight. I couldn't explain myself, so I feel like I owe you another favor."

The immortal nodded.

If it's W, then it's indeed difficult to explain.

Her identity is very complicated and more suspicious than that of the immortals.

Recalling his initial conflict with Greyhound, even someone who doesn't die can understand why Greyhound chased after W.

"This is W. He is an ally of Rhodes Island. He is an undercover agent working for Theresis."

I gave the greyhound a brief introduction to W.

W raised an eyebrow; she couldn't believe what the dead man was saying, and it seemed this greyhound wasn't entirely honest either.

So she asked.

"Aren't you going to introduce me? Who is this person from Rhodes Island?"

The Undead didn't understand what W meant, and he spoke directly.

"This is Greyhound. He's an elite operator from Rhodes Island. He's been seconded to Great Yan, and he's essentially the head of their garrison office."

The greyhound's eyes twitched involuntarily, but it didn't say anything more.

"Oh—I see, that's really true, the flood washed away the Dragon King's temple—"

W twitched her eyebrows, and an exaggerated expression immediately appeared on her face.

"Well, we became friends after a fight, so please take care of me from now on, Greyhound-senpai—"

W spoke in a sarcastic tone while extending his right hand to Greyhound.

Greyhound's lips twitched twice as he barely suppressed the urge to punch W in the face.

Then, in a very short time, the expression on his face turned into a bright smile.

"Oh, not at all, we're all on the same side, hahaha..."

Their hands clasped together, their eyes meeting in the air.

W smiled broadly, and Greyhound grinned back, revealing a friendly smile.

However, there is a somewhat distorted meaning to this.