Become a Phantom Thief from the Comic World

"Listen up, you two little trash! This is the territory of our Mask Gang. Anyone who wants to pass through here must pay!"

With that said, the three bullies all took out a pair of weird skull masks, which were yellow, green, and red. Not only did they not look scary, but they had an inexplicable sense of comedy.

After all, their faces have been clearly seen, so what’s the point of wearing masks now?

Dean didn't understand, but he was shocked.

After a few seconds, Dean's eyes became slightly more serious as the three "Masked Gang" members took out their weapons.

Two baseball bats and a golf club.

Chapter 116 Is this just kicking you on an empty stomach?

"Hey! Those two little trash over there, didn't you hear me? Hand over the money you have!"

"Do you want to get stabbed in the ass with my baseball bat?"

The big man pointed his baseball bat at Dean and Cassandra, threatening them fiercely.

Dean glanced back cautiously and without leaving any trace, silently confirming that no one was ambushing him behind him.

He was no longer able to complain about the three bullies who called themselves the 'Masked Gang'.

Is roadblocking really just about blocking roads?

Doesn't the back road need to be blocked?

I'm thinking that since you don't have any guns in your hands, aren't you afraid of people and just run away?

If all the kidnappers in Gotham were of this caliber, then Batman would probably just retire.

Even more than half of the criminal police officers in the GCPD have to change careers as urban management...

I saw the big man winking at the two younger brothers, and the three men were outflanking Dean and the two at the same time with weapons in hand.

Dean shook his head helplessly. The alleys of Gotham are really magical places. No matter what kind of people and things you can see in them.

Whoosh!

At this moment, Cassandra, who had been silent beside Dean, suddenly rushed out.

The speed was far faster than what Dean had seen just now. His whole body seemed to turn into a long and narrow black shadow, quickly approaching the three bullies in front of him.

But these three smart people didn't seem to realize the seriousness of the matter. When they saw the slender little girl opposite, they burst into laughter.

"Look, that little girl's expression is really scary. I'm so scared. I really want to go home and find my mother!"

The big guy at the head winked and mocked.

"And the skinny monkey opposite, he was so frightened by us that he didn't even dare to move. He must be... ah!"

Before he finished speaking, a sharp pain came from his calf.

It turned out that Cassandra had sprinted in front of the big man at some point and kicked him in the calf.

click!

There was a crisp sound of bones breaking, accompanied by the big man's scream.

"Ahhhhhh! Shet! Fake! How dare you Bichi?"

The big man held his injured leg and rolled around on the ground.

"It hurts! It hurts so much! Mom! Mom!"

"Boss!"

The two younger brothers behind him saw that their boss was instantly hit by a move. They didn't show any fear at all. They picked up baseball bats and hit Cassandra on her body.

Kassandra easily dodged the attack by turning sideways, and then took advantage of her petite body to slip through the gap between the two younger brothers.

Then he came back with a sweeping kick and knocked down the boy on the right.

The boy on the left was shocked and quickly hit Cassandra with a baseball bat.

Kassandra stood up from the ground at lightning speed, and when he just started to swing the bat, the former's hand had already reached his hand that was holding the bat tightly.

Kassandra cleverly slapped the younger brother on the wrist. The latter felt the pain and unconsciously let go of his hand, and the baseball bat automatically fell to the ground.

At this moment, the little brother who had just been kicked down was about to stand up from the ground.

Kassandra's face remained unchanged as she hit her unarmed younger brother in the ribs with her elbow. The clear 'click' sound sounded again, this time it was not one, but several!

The boy's body suddenly leaned forward, his face twisted in pain, and his mouth was so big that he couldn't scream out.

It wasn't over yet. After Kassandra elbowed him, she immediately grabbed his arm and put it on her shoulders, throwing him over her shoulder on the spot.

He just happened to collide with the younger brother who had just stood up. The heavy force made the two of them fall backwards together and fall to the ground in a pile.

Poor this little brother, he just stood up and before he could figure out what happened at that moment, someone flew over and hit him. Under such impact, he lost consciousness as soon as he fell to the ground.

Although the companion lying on top of him was still conscious, Cassandra had broken several ribs. The severe pain made his face extremely hideous, and it was obvious that he could no longer fight back.

After doing all this, Cassandra stood expressionless.

On her left was a large guy holding his legs and wailing, and on her right were two younger brothers lying on the ground stacked on top of each other.

It was too late, but it was fast then. The whole process seemed complicated, but in fact it was completed in just a few seconds.

Kassandra's movements were precise and swift, without any sloppiness. Every move she made was aimed directly at the goal of incapacitating people, and her moves were ruthless, casually breaking people's bones without feeling any guilt. There was not even a moment of hesitation.

It was as if having a broken bone was just a common thing in her opinion.

Is it normal for a fourteen-year-old girl to behave like this?

And her movements don't look like they were done randomly, but instead they look like they have been professionally trained.

To put it bluntly...just like Robin, he has experienced hundreds of battles at a young age and has become a skilled fighting master.

Dean thought as he watched the whole process.

"Thankfully I prepared these, but now it seems they are of no use."

Dean looked down at the stones in his hand and thought to himself.

hiss--

On the other side, Mikey, who was being bullied in the corner, saw what had just happened and couldn't help but gasp.

He thought of Cassandra's Asian appearance and couldn't help but feel moved.

Could this be the legendary... Ki Qisi's empty stomach?

At this time, Cassandra turned around, waved to Dean at the entrance of the alley, and then made a few gestures.

"Don't be afraid, come here quickly, I have defeated the bad guys."

What she didn't see was that the bespectacled man behind her, Mikey, who was sitting cowering against the wall, suddenly changed his expression.

Mikey took out a small pistol from nowhere and pointed it at Cassandra quietly.

"Those three idiots are really useless. They can't beat a little girl? It's my fault that I cooperated with them in this extremely stupid show."

"I've never seen a little girl before. She's wearing cheap clothes, so she probably won't get much. But the man over there, if I remember correctly, seems to be Dean Saston, a famous genius magician. He must be very rich..."

Mikey glanced at Dean greedily, and then looked at Cassandra, "As long as I kill this little girl who will kick your stomach, Dean Thaston will not be able to escape from my grasp. !”

Thinking about what kind of life he would lead after taking away the Saston family's property, Mikey smiled grimly and pulled the trigger.

Whoosh!

In an instant, a stone flew over from nowhere and hit Mikey's gun hand.

"what!"

The force on the stone was very strong, and Mikey subconsciously let go of his hand in pain.

Cassandra heard the noise and turned around instantly, and saw Mikey dropping the pistol at a glance.

It is not difficult to see that Mikey just planned to hurt himself.

At this moment, Cassandra was surprisingly angry. The person she was protecting one second was trying to harm herself the next!

Chapter 117 The magical magical power of snapping fingers

After a while, Cassandra clapped her hands and returned to Dean expressionlessly.

Mikey fell to the ground dying, his eyes rolled white, and he kept moaning in pain.

Dean didn't want to count how many bones were broken in his body, but it was definitely more than the other three combined.

Although Cassandra's attack was cruel, she was still measured. Even Mikey, who was beaten the worst, still had a life left and was not beaten to death.

These are not the important points. The important point is that Cassandra vented her anger and cleared a way forward.

"It takes less than half an hour to get to Gotham General Hospital from here."

Cassandra made a few gestures to Dean with a normal expression.

"So... you didn't run here just because you heard someone was bullying, but you just wanted to take a shortcut?"

Dean blinked and asked, why didn't he follow the routine?

Crossing here can really save a lot of time. The reason why Dean didn't take Cassandra this way from the beginning was mainly because he didn't know that this little girl had such power at the time.

The alleys of Gotham are not only full of dangers, but they are also full of weird things. How could a kind-hearted person like Dean bear to let the heart of an innocent girl be polluted?

But it's different now. With Cassandra's skills, at least three or five people can't get close to her. Under normal circumstances, there is no problem walking in Gotham's alleys. What she should be afraid of is others.

"We'd better hurry up. Although I haven't been wandering to Gotham for a long time, I have fully experienced the unrest here at night. The more late at night, the more dangerous it becomes. It will be very troublesome for you to go home alone by then."

Cassandra quickly gestured in front of Dean, although what she wanted to express made Dean dumbfounded.

Unexpectedly, Cassandra was worried about her personal safety.

She couldn't help but take Dean's hand and lead him through the four mentally retarded robbers without any scruples.

As they walked, Cassandra suddenly turned to look at Dean. There was some hesitation on her face, as if she was not sure whether she should 'speak' or not.

But eventually she made up her mind to tell Dean.

"The stone you threw just now...there was something wrong with the force."

Cassandra gestured carefully, as if she was worried about Dean's next reaction.

"Isn't the strength right?"

Dean raised his eyebrows and asked slightly surprised.

Cassandra nodded and gestured: "Although you knocked the man's pistol away with a stone, it actually wasted a lot of energy. If you throw the stone in a better way, you can use it to hit faster, farther, and farther." It’s concealed and more labor-saving.”

At this point, Cassandra looked around, picked up a small stone from the ground and showed it to Dean.

The stone is about the size of a thumb and has a very irregular shape.

Kassandra stopped where she was and gestured to Dean to look at an exposed green plant on the balcony on the second floor of the building not far ahead.

It’s unclear what species this green plant is, but what you can see is that its branches and vines are very long, and it looks quite eye-catching.

"We are almost thirty meters away from the green plant. Do we need to throw such small stones to break the branches?"

Dean mentally simulated what he would do if it were him, "It shouldn't be difficult to do, it just takes a little more effort."

He turned to look at Cassandra, wondering what she might do next.

Then, he saw Kassandra holding the stone with two fingers, her arm bent at a strange angle, and even the angle of her wrist was different from the habit of normal people when throwing things.

Immediately afterwards, Cassandra's arm popped out in an instant, like a spring that was pressed to the limit. It was so fast that Dean even vaguely saw the so-called afterimage, and just threw the stone gently.

Yes, even though Cassandra threw the stone so fast that there was almost an afterimage, the whole set of actions gave Dean the feeling as if she didn't use any force at all.

Completely contrary to the feeling, after the stone was thrown, it hit the green plants on the balcony at an extremely fast speed, accurately breaking the slender branches extending from the pot of green plants.

How fast is it?

Let's put it this way, almost at the same time that Dean saw the stone thrown from Cassandra's hand, in less than a second, the branch fell from the balcony.

But Dean didn't catch the trajectory of the stone flying through the air at all, and didn't even hear the sound!

To be honest, Cassandra's move showed off Dean. This is not scientific at all!

"Could this be the long-lost magical power of snapping fingers?"

Dean thought incredulously.