People in the Alliance, Time Management Master

The concert venue, which had just been filled with enthusiasm and cheers, turned into chaos. People rushed towards the exit, and in the violent shoving, at least a dozen people were trampled to death.

Like most accidents, the accident itself did not cause many casualties; rather, the stampede caused far more casualties than the accident itself.

Salafine panicked completely. Holding the microphone, she helplessly pleaded with the crowd to maintain order and not to push, but all she got in return was an even more frantic surge.

Don't do that...

We must unite, for the power of unity is boundless...

"Miss Salafine, please go backstage!" Several security personnel immediately rushed onto the stage to protect the girl, fearing that the chaotic crowd and the so-called "howling ghost" would cause her any harm.

"Wait...we need to protect the crowd..."

"Your safety must be guaranteed first, please come with us!"

"no……"

As Salafine hesitated about whether to force her way out of the security personnel and help the crowd, a dazzling yellow light suddenly flashed by.

Then, she saw the man she admired most.

“Leave it to me.” Mu Bai drew his Dolan sword, his eyes searching for the swift green figure in the crowd. “It’s my duty.”

“Mr. Mu Bai, I can too—”

"Hurry up, time is of the essence."

Mu Bai frowned and interrupted the girl, then jumped down from the stage and plunged into the crowded throng.

Damn it, Warwick actually came... Tsk, Salafine's concert is like a flag being raised before a general goes to war...

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

Warwick hadn't felt this good in a long time.

Blood was everywhere, and limbs lay scattered about. Every heart that had ceased beating forever reeked of evil, and the thrill of hunting them was intoxicating.

Some of them were murderers, some were robbers, and others were gang leaders or ruthless arms dealers. They had thought tonight would be a wonderful party where they could enjoy music and conduct business, but they never expected things to turn out this way.

Howling ghost... It's all that damned howling ghost's fault!

A local thug, seeing Warwick relentlessly pursuing him, flew into a rage, drew a revolver, and shouted to his henchmen:

"Stop running! Fight back! Anyone who runs again, I'll shoot them dead!"

Under the threat of gunpowder, a dozen gang members stopped and reluctantly pulled out their weapons to fight back.

But before they could pinpoint their target, Warwick had already vanished.

They...ran away?

The bully was overjoyed. When he heard a wolf howl in the distance, he immediately ran in the opposite direction, shouting, "Stop fighting! Run! We'll make sure every one of them escapes tonight!"

The order, delivered in a comedic style, reached Warwick's ears, and he scoffed dismissively.

The hot breath exhaled from the tip of his nose hit a fat man's face, making him tremble with fear.

This was Warwick's third target tonight—the leader of the Gray Nail gang. He had at least thirty lives on his hands, and had committed countless atrocities, including forcing women into prostitution.

The more sinful the blood, the more excited Warwick became.

The Zaunite beast pins its prey down with its powerful claws, then opens its gaping maw, its foul-smelling saliva and sharp teeth sending chills down the spine.

Just as he was about to bite off the other's fragile neck, he caught a glimpse of a cold light out of the corner of his eye—it was a sword blade.

A moment of hesitation flashed through Warwick's mind, but ignoring the incoming blade, he forced his way in. In an instant, blood splattered everywhere.

The leader of the Gray Nail Gang trembled a few times, then stopped moving. His pupils dilated, his head tilted to one side, and he stopped breathing forever.

"You..." Mu Bai, who had come to stop Warwick, was taken aback. He hadn't intended to harm Warwick; he only wanted to use the threat of the blade to force him to stop the killing, but he hadn't expected...

"flesh……"

Warwick sucked up the gushing blood, and his wounds healed rapidly. In just a few seconds, the cut on his back from the sword had become a scar.

"You are not my target... Get out of my way... before I lose my mind..."

"If I could, I wouldn't actually want to be your enemy." Mu Bai twirled his sword, flicked the blood off the blade, and assumed a fighting stance.

Camille wanted to capture the hungry wolf, and having received a reward, she naturally couldn't just sit idly by.

At the very least, we have to put on a show.

Warwick was not a completely evil monster. Although he killed countless people, they were mostly wicked and despicable individuals.

He made mistakes, but he wasn't entirely wrong.

Rather than a "murderous monster," he should be called a "violent scavenger in the city."

"Don't try to stop the monster... you'll risk your life..."

Warwick saw his own ugly face reflected in Dolan's sword. He lowered his head and hissed a few times, trying to scare the other away.

He had absolutely no interest in "clean" flesh and blood. But if the other party remained obstinate, he wouldn't mind having an extra dessert.

"Stop it, there are guards everywhere outside." Mu Bai glanced at the chaotic crowd, not daring to relax for a moment. "Stop for now, I'll help you."

"Heh... I'll say it one last time, get out of here..."

"Sigh... As expected, strength is the foundation of all talk."

Mu Bai sighed softly, his sword intent rising within him.

Chapter Forty-Eight: Blood Hunger

Warwick and Camille are both heroes who need to be taken away, but they seem to have a grudge against each other.

Caught in the middle, Mu Bai had to proceed with extreme caution. He couldn't afford to offend Camille, who had the advantage, nor could he truly take advantage of Warwick, who was the weaker party.

Being a spy is difficult, being a double agent is even more so. But he had no other choice.

The best course of action now is to force Warwick to retreat, preventing the Firos family agents who have been alerted from capturing him and also preventing him from committing more inhumane killings.

Of course, the most important purpose of doing this is... to have a fight first, so that it will be easier to sit down and communicate calmly later.

“I gave you a chance… This is your own fault…”

Warwick spat out a bone, his eyes gleaming with malice, his two pairs of sharp claws fully extended, and the sound of the liquid storage tank pumping medicine could be clearly heard.

“Same,” Mu Bai said calmly. “If you were willing to trust me, you could have saved yourself a lot of trouble.”

Outside the alley, the crowd remained panicked, with a constant cacophony of footsteps and angry shouts.

Inside the alley, a tense atmosphere hung in the air between the two men.

After a half-second eye contact, Warwick made the first move.

He pushed off the ground with both legs, his whole body leaping forward rapidly, his sharp teeth exuding an aura of death, aimed directly at his opponent's neck.

Faced with this berserk product of alchemical technology, Mu Bai dared not be careless in the slightest and immediately swung his sword to block.

With a crisp sound, the claws collided with the blade, and both felt numbness in their arms and pain in their tiger's mouth.

In terms of pure strength, they are evenly matched.

Despite the numbness, Mu Bai quickly flipped his wrist, bringing the Dolan sword to an upward angle. The strike wasn't particularly powerful, but its tricky angle and unexpected nature allowed it to land a solid slash on his opponent.

The pain and blood stimulated Warwick, breaking through the last shred of reason deep within him.

The pump power of the liquid storage tank instantly increased to its maximum, and the toxic alchemical drug completely suppressed his pain nerves, while his wild instincts were amplified many times over.

"Ow—!"

The terrifying howl sent chills down one's spine. Even though Mu Bai was prepared, he was still gripped by fear by the roar.

Driven by instinctive fear, it is unavoidable.

Warwick seized on his momentary lapse in concentration, pounced on him and tore at him, the taste of blood giving him satisfaction.

"Damn..." By the time Mu Bai came to his senses, he was already pinned down by the other party, and a sharp pain shot through his shoulder.

Warwick's wounds have healed.

As long as he has fresh flesh to sustain him, he can ignore any non-fatal wound.

With one side gaining at the expense of the other, the situation is not optimistic.

Mu Bai gritted his teeth, used Steel Slash to pierce Warwick's abdomen, and then kicked out with all his might, forcing the opponent to roll off him.

Damn... this bloodsucking is really outrageous...

Looking at Warwick, who seemed unaffected despite being hit by three swords, and then at the bleeding wound on his own shoulder, Mu Bai felt so envious his teeth ached.

Your turn to make your appearance, omen of theft...

I don't expect you to steal my ultimate ability, but at least get me a health potion to stop the bleeding, like you did with Caitlyn...

[The omen of theft was successfully used]

[Successfully stole the target's skill]

Skill?!

Holy crap, he's stealing money without a conscience!

[Gain target skill: Blood Hunger]

Blood Hunger... a werewolf passive ability? That works!

Everyone except vampires is a vampire, okay, we can get along!

"Come on, little puppy, let's have a head-on duel." Mu Bai shook his injured shoulder, full of confidence.

Warwick's extraordinary self-healing ability stems from his "passive" ability. He can convert the blood of others into his own energy to heal his wounds.

Now that everyone has this ability, why not have some blood type swapping for fun?

Warwick sensed something unusual yet strangely familiar, and his anger intensified. He immediately let out a strange howl and charged forward on his four wolf legs.

The old Mu Bai might have been a little nervous, but things are different now.

He gripped his longsword tightly, advancing instead of retreating, and launched a counterattack against the sharp claws with a forward slash.

The attacks from both sides were effective at the same time, but this time it wasn't the crisp sound of metal colliding, but the muffled sound of flesh tearing apart.

Pain and blood fueled their fighting, making it even more intense. The two figures in the alley were almost intertwined, claws and blades blurring into afterimages as they fought faster and faster.