People in the Alliance, Time Management Master

Silence is the key to tonight's concert.

"You must be the songstress..." The man started to say, but then realized something was off and quickly changed his words, "I mean... you're the Starry Night Songstress, aren't you?"

Salafine nodded stiffly.

"Um... please allow me to explain..." the man continued, "I didn't mean to barge in, I just... accidentally teleported in... teleported... do you understand?"

Salafine shook her head uneasily.

After pausing for about half a second, she suddenly raised the microphone, her voice imbued with magical energy about to emanate.

A strange man, with a long sword at his waist, suddenly appeared in the lounge, speaking in a language that no normal person could understand... Was there any need to hesitate?

justifiable defense!

"No!" Mu Bai exclaimed in shock, rushing forward to cover the girl's sexy red lips.

"Ugh...ugh...!"

"Calm down... Listen to me, Salafine. I know you, you should have heard of me before, please give me a chance to explain."

"Well……"

The girl struggled a few times, but no matter how she resisted, she could not make up for the difference in strength between the two. In the end, she could only nod with a wronged look on her face, her beautiful eyes, as bright as sapphires, filled with tears.

"Relax, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." Mu Bai slowly reduced the strength in his arm, a bitter feeling rising in his heart.

What bad luck...

It's just because I used Hexflash a few too many times while playing around, how did I end up here inexplicably...?

Unfortunately, she happened to run into Salafine, who had just returned to rest...

"First of all, let me state that my presence here is entirely accidental, and I have no malicious intent. Secondly, please allow me to give a brief self-introduction..."

Mu Bai slowly and carefully released his hand from the girl's, then respectfully performed a hat-removal ceremony.

"My name is Mu Bai, an ordinary swordsman who came to listen to the song."

"Mu... Bai?" Salafine blinked her beautiful eyes, her expression shifting from unease to confusion, and then from confusion to surprise.

A young man, handsome, carrying a sword, and elusive... fitting all the criteria!

He's telling the truth!

"Mr. Mu Bai! I've finally met you!"

Before Mu Bai could react, the girl had already excitedly hugged him.

?

A bipolar reversal, right?

Chapter Forty-Six Tonight, Let's Hunt to Our Heart's Content

Salafine felt like she had just ridden a roller coaster, her heart pounding.

The person you thought was a bad guy turned out to be your great benefactor who saved you. You can't even see this kind of thing in a novel, right?

This world is truly amazing!

"I never expected Mr. Mu Bai to come and listen to my song! I... I'm so touched!"

"Hmm... because it really sounds good..." Well, actually it's because of the mission requirements.

Mu Bai lowered his head and looked at the girl who was hugging him, not daring to move at all.

Those two soft mounds were pressed against my body; even the slightest movement would be a crime...

"Um... could you let go of me first? Holding me like this makes it hard for me to breathe."

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Upon hearing this, Salafine realized that her behavior was somewhat indecent, and quickly let go of her hands and sat back down, her cheeks flushed.

"I was just... too happy... I didn't mean to, I'm sorry..."

“It’s alright, I understand.” Mu Bai smiled, smoothed the wrinkles in his clothes, and then extended his right hand. “Nice to meet you, Miss Salafine. Your singing voice is even more beautiful than I’ve heard.”

“You are even more handsome than the rumors say, Mr. Mu Bai.” The girl shook hands with him warmly.

After the brief greetings, an awkward atmosphere filled the air once again.

Although there was no hostility, it was still inappropriate to intrude into a private space like the lounge without warning, so much so that Salafine had a lot to say but didn't know how to start.

Mu Bai, leaning against the windowsill, also felt awkward and immediately began to explain:

"Like I said before... teleportation. It's a kind of spatial magic. I accidentally teleported in during the test just now, sorry."

“Magic…” Salafine blinked in surprise, “Besides his superb swordsmanship, Mr. Mu Bai also knows spatial magic? That’s incredible!”

"Ahem... I only know the basics."

"You're amazing!" The girl suddenly stood up, her eyes sparkling with admiration.

After a brief pause, she continued in a reverent tone, "I haven't repaid you for what happened in the dance corridor... Are you free tonight? Or tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow then," Mu Bai said without hesitation. After all, he still needed to go back and keep an eye on that crazy little girl that night. "Also, just call me by my name, no need for honorifics."

"Mmmmm~"

Salafine nodded, her face beaming. Then she glanced out the window; the crowd waiting for the concert was already starting to stir.

"The second half of the concert is about to start, I have to go now," she said while packing her things. "Are you going out now, or are you going to wait for me here?"

The corridor outside was full of security personnel. If Mu Bai hadn't been with her, he would definitely have been mistaken for a thief or some other criminal if he went out alone.

Of course, he could also choose to teleport out using "spatial magic," but that would be somewhat risky—since he might accidentally teleport to the lounge, he might also accidentally teleport to someone else's house.

The latter turned his head to look at the view outside the window, thought for a moment, and then replied, "I'll wait for you here."

The view here is very expansive; you can basically see the entire concert venue, which is much better than that small corner we used to be in.

"Okay, I'll be back as soon as possible." Salafine smiled sweetly, indicating her agreement.

..............................

The concert continued as night gradually fell.

The underground area is a district where the sky is rarely visible, and it gets dark much faster than other places. It was only five o'clock in the afternoon, but the surrounding light was already so dim that only high-powered lights could be used to see the stage.

But nobody cares.

The audience won't care because the singing is unaffected by the light.

The hunters wouldn't care, because nighttime is the best time to hunt...

Warwick concealed himself in the shadows, quietly rounding the corner, his sharp claws fully exposed, his long, narrow wolf muzzle trembling.

He licked his gums hard, trying to suppress his craving for flesh and blood, but it was all in vain.

It's an instinct, something that can't be overcome or suppressed.

He couldn't tell whether it was the hunter's instinct or the beast's instinct. In any case, the reservoir on his back had started pumping medication, and the liquid rage was being pushed into his veins, completely awakening the beast within him.

"Twenty, at least twenty silver wheels."

The man, lurking in a corner of the concert hall making dirty deals, was unaware that his fate was about to end, and was excitedly demanding exorbitant prices from another local thug.

“You know, brother. That woman is no ordinary woman; she can bring in more value and more silver wheels than other sluts.”

“I understand, but it’s still too expensive.” The other man lit a cigarette and gave a disdainful smile. “Twenty silver wheels would be enough to buy your mother.”

"That's enough, bro. If you need it."

“You disgust me… Sixteen at most, any more would be against the rules. The barons won’t forgive you.”

“I won’t let you off the hook either,” the mustachioed man laughed. “Fine, sixteen coins. I’ll consider you my friend.”

“No, I don’t want a friend who would sell his mother for twenty silver wheels.” The buyer shrugged and pulled a cloth bag from his pocket.

The man with the mustache stared intently at the heavy cloth bag, his mustache practically standing on end with excitement. With this money, he could continue gambling in the casino and become rich overnight.

A worthless daughter who doesn't need to be cared for after birth, exchanged for sixteen silver wheels—there's no better deal than this!

He reached into the cloth bag, his face full of a lewd and greasy smile.

However, before he could even feel the warmth of the silver wheel, his hand disappeared.

Instead, there was a sharp claw and gushing blood.

"My hand...my hand...ah...ahhhhh!"

The mustachioed man clutched his severed limb and howled, while the buyer froze for half a second before running away.

But humans cannot outrun wolves, much less the products of alchemical technology.

Warwick easily caught up with him, dragged him back to where he was, and then cruelly dislocated both of their arms.

The wails of the two unfortunate men were far too faint to be heard compared to the singing at the concert, and they failed to attract anyone's attention.

Warwick could kill them right here, and his instincts kept urging him to do so. But he couldn't; he had bigger goals.

"Run...blood...run..."

He forcibly suppressed his urge to hunt and watched the two flee into the crowd.

Go... take your filthy blood and go find your boss...

Let me bring the taste of blood over there, so I can hunt to my heart's content...

Chapter 47 Stop, Avo, there are police everywhere outside.

The two unfortunate men, with broken arms and covered in blood, quickly caused panic among the crowd.

Because the environment was too dark and noisy, the panic did not spread explosively, but rather spread little by little to the surrounding area like ripples in the center of a pool.

First came the people who knew the two unfortunate men, then the listeners nearby. The panicked shouts grew louder and louder, until they almost drowned out Salafine's singing.

Fear is like a highly contagious virus; it spreads from one person to ten, from ten to a hundred, and soon it has gripped everyone's throat.

On stage, Salafine looked at the crowd in confusion. She heard sounds of panic, and cries of despair from the depths of their souls.

"Everyone..."

The microphone amplified her voice throughout the venue, but no one paid any attention to her anymore.