The girl with white hair and red eyes is serious about revenge

"A monster is a monster. No one doubts the strength of [Blade of Babel]," the owner of the voice said with a grunt, "But you said she is two meters tall? No one would believe it. Where can you find a woman that tall?"

Pace almost laughed out loud when he heard this. He suddenly covered his mouth with his hands, and his abdomen was shaking.

Two meters tall? The little princess is so small...how can she be two meters tall?

"You don't believe me? Damn it, how do you think I was defeated by her?" Ajaf seemed very angry. "She tore open my bunker with her bare hands, rushed in and stabbed me so hard that my kidney was broken!"

"I heard from the guards of the fortress that Pure White Flame was no taller than 1.5 meters," the voice with a grunt said. "Xuefeng was there at the time. The little girl had skinny arms and legs, and didn't have much flesh."

"Bullshit, her biceps are much more developed than mine!" Ajaf shouted and slapped the table, "Look at my muscular body, how else could I be defeated? Huh?"

"Okay, don't get too excited, or you'll get a sore back," another voice said, and everyone laughed. "Anyway, we all know that Pure White Flame is terrifying, so let's just assume she's 1.80 meters tall."

"Damn it, don't believe me," Ajef took a sip of his wine, "but that girl is really good-looking and has a great body, much more plump than the girl from Thebeth."

"Are you serious?" The voice of snorting became amused, "Damn, that's awesome, I also heard that she is good-looking and has a really good figure?"

"At least D," Ajef curled his lips, "If I had won at that time, hehe..."

"There's no chance now," said the table mate. "I heard that you couldn't stand up straight after she stabbed you in the waist. Is that true?"

"Fuck you, don't."

"Hahahahaha..."

After listening to a series of conversations, Pace was shaking non-stop at the bar, almost unable to hold back his laughter.

He knew it was immature and that he shouldn't laugh at the little princess, but it was really funny.

This group of men seem to be unable to stand being defeated, so they always like to demonize the opponents who defeated them, so as to make themselves appear not so embarrassed.

Why bother? Just admit it openly and try harder next time.

Hmm... But even if I try my best, I still can't beat him, right?

"..."

Pace calmed himself down, grabbed the glass handed to him by the bartender, and drank it in one gulp.

Just then, he heard the door of the bar behind him being pushed open suddenly——

"Oh!"

There was the sound of steel trampling on the ground, and without turning his head, Pace knew it was the investigator.

"You, Azeev Petrov?"

"What's wrong?" Pace heard Ajef stand up. "Damn, what's the matter again?"

"The Monark family has escaped," the investigator said in a low voice. "Because of the cooperation of the East Coast Coast, you have been listed as a suspect. The Iron Lord has summoned you to the Iron Fortress for investigation."

"Investigate?" Ajaf's voice was hoarse. "I investigated you. You patrol my town every day. You are asking for more, right? Damn you."

"Watch your language, Lord Petrov," the investigator said in a low voice, "I heard that your fighting ability is not as good as before. If you want to protect your family, please..."

"Get out! Get out!" Ajaf yelled, "Get out!"

"..."

Seeing that Ajef seemed to have no intention of cooperating, the investigator waved his hand, and his companion raised his shotgun and pointed it at him.

"In that case, don't blame us for using force," the investigator said coldly, "Handcuff him."

Following the order, two investigators approached Ajef, pointing their shotgun muzzles at him, and it was clear that a fight was about to break out.

Just then, a leisurely voice came from the bar counter:

"Hey, are you looking for someone from the Monarch family?"

The investigators turned their attention to the bar, where a cloaked teenager stood with his back to them, shaking a glass of vodka in his hand.

"Untouchable, do you have any clues?" the investigator said in a low voice, "If you tell me, I can reward you..."

Before he finished speaking, the young man stood up from his chair, turned around slowly, and took off his hood.

Black pupils, black hair, and the silver hand gently holding the waist, it is obvious that this is...

"Pace Monarch?"

The investigator was startled, only to see the young man smile slightly and tilt his head back:

"If you want my head, you have to come and get it yourself."

......

Extra) "Until the top of the snowy peak" (Part 10)

The moment he confirmed that it was Pace Monarch in front of him, the investigator raised his shotgun and shouted:

"Put your hands up! Get down on the ground! Otherwise..."

Before he finished speaking, Pace suddenly lifted up a table and threw it towards them.

"boom!"

The shotgun bullets tore the table apart, but among the flying wood chips, there was no trace of the boy.

"what?"

The investigator looked around, and then he felt a gust of wind coming from above his head.

"boom!"

Pace catapulted down from the ceiling, and the silver robotic arm punched the investigator in the face.

His face was deformed and there were crisp sounds of bones breaking, accompanied by splattering blood.

The investigator spun out, knocked open the door of the bar, and lay on the snowy street.

Without giving the other two investigators a chance to react, Pace used both hands to pull out their service guns from their waists:

"See you later (Thebitten)."

"Boom! Boom!"

The sound of a shot from the R-12 "Rhino" revolver rang out, piercing the foreheads of the two investigators.

They fell straight to the ground and died without a sound.

"Clap."

Pace let go of the two pistols he had taken, walked out of the tavern, and looked directly at the inspector who had been beaten to a pulp.

"Go (Thebite)," he taunted, "to the masters who fed you your bones, and tell them that Pes Monarch is here."

The investigator was crawling backwards, his elite armor seeming more like a burden, causing him to slip on the icy street from time to time.

Soon, he ran away down the street and disappeared.

"..."

Looking at the guy's back, Pace turned around and went back to the bar.

As he entered the bar, he saw Adev Petrov's gun raised - as did everyone else around him.

"Pace Monak?" Ajaf's voice was hoarse. "Impossible, you're fucking dead."

"Then I'm his ghost," Pace said nonchalantly, "So what? You're going to shoot me?"

"You let that bastard get away!" Ajaf yelled. "They all know you're here. They're going to settle accounts with us!"

"Then you deserve to be liquidated. Isn't this what the Iron Lord you worship likes the most? Survival of the fittest..."

Pace said as he walked to Ajaf's table with the gun pointed at him nonchalantly, pulled up a chair and sat down.

"I let him go to give you a chance," Pace crossed his legs, "to be killed, or to kill them all?"

"What did you say?"

"Gather the Petrovs," said Pess. "I have scouted along the way. Venya has few men. Drive them all out."

"Fuck you, are you crazy?" Ajaf spat on the ground. "If we drive them away, Venia will send the [Infinite Steel Legion] here tomorrow. One person can't beat ten of them!"

"It doesn't matter. There won't be any Venya soon."

Pace said, grabbing Ajav's drink from the table and shaking it at him.

"We will take them down, and the Monarchs will win."

“I don’t believe you,” Ajaf cursed. “Where are the Monak family? They are being tortured to ashes in the steel fortress.”

You believe this... Oh... These people are so easy to fool, they just make a claim and treat it as the truth...

Seeing Ajaf's frustrated look, Pace finished his drink in one gulp and stood up:

"Forget about your refusal to cooperate. Then just fight on your own."

After saying that, he turned around and pretended to leave, and then, as expected, he heard Ajaf's roar:

"Hey, wait a minute!"

"What?" Pace said with a half-turned face, "Hurry up and make a decision, fight or not?"

"..."

Ajef's body was shaking, and he clenched his fists tightly, as if he wanted to punch Pace away, and at the same time, as if he wanted to punch himself away.

After a long time, he exhaled and roared:

"Okay, okay, beat him! Beat him up! Beat him to death! Beat them all! Let's die together! Fuck!"

His movements were too large and he twisted his injured waist, causing it to twitch violently:

"Oh my god..."

He fell back into his chair, panting, and instructed the two people beside him:

"Tell Orianna to get everyone ready. It's time..."

Seeing that he had made up his mind, Pace smiled slightly, then waved his silver hand and said:

"Well, I'll go out and get ready. See you later."

"Wait a minute," the grunting fat man called out to Pace, "Are you really Pace Monarch? They all said you were dead."

"I'm not dead," Pace stopped again, "What's wrong?"

"I...have a question for you."

The fat man paused, as if considering whether it was appropriate to ask a question at this time, but curiosity eventually prevailed over other considerations:

"Is the [Pure White Fireworks] really two meters high?"

"..."

Hearing this question, Pace paused for a moment, pretending to be mysterious, but the smile on his face remained.

Otherwise, just make up some scary rumors about her:

"Yeah, that's right."

Pace nodded, then turned and walked toward the door of the bar, raising one hand:

"What Ajaf said is true. I didn't lie to you."

He walked out of the bar, and behind him, he heard Ajaf yelling:

"I fucking told you everything, didn't I? You didn't believe me! Fuck!"

......

In the bitter snow, a team of four or five Wilkins were slowly moving forward, with the leader holding the [Divine Blood Compass].

Suddenly, a person at the end of the team disappeared without a word, as if he was submerged in the wind and snow.

"...!"

The leading few people noticed this and they immediately deployed to meet the enemy, but they still screamed one after another and were drowned by the wind and snow.

It was like a ghost wandering in the snow and no one could find its trace.

After the last Wilkin Guard fell, two light shields unfolded, and the figure of [Ice Wolf] Yuri Smirnov appeared in the blizzard, standing alone.

He stared at the golden armor that was covered by the blizzard after falling for only a few seconds without saying a word. After a long while, he spoke softly:

"Yelina, you've never been good at hiding your tracks."