Maybe it will be necessary to reopen the Transforming Autonomy Technique by then.
A group of people were boasting for a while, it was almost midnight, but Liszt still held his ground, truly not afraid of the cooked duck flying away.
Liszt stood up, tightened his belt and boots, fastened his cuffs, and just walked to the door.
But bumped into a guy who wasn't watching, colliding directly.
"Are you fucking blind?"
Liszt was about to lose his temper.
"Liszt, offering the stuff from the brothers on the island to the Admiral of Kersuna Island, isn't that against the rules?"
This person's tone was extremely sinister, with murderous intent, and behind him were twenty or thirty fierce-looking thugs with dragon and tiger tattoos, either holding knives or matchlock guns.
Even an idiot would understand what's going on.
The drug dealer Liszt offended a while back came looking for trouble.
The leader wielded his knife to chop off Liszt's head.
Luckily, Liszt reacted quickly, grabbed a stool to confront him; the shiny blade was embedded in the wood, and Liszt quickly backed off.
The muzzle spurted fatal tongues of fire, blowing out all the windows on the first floor of the inn; glass shattered everywhere, smoke filled the air.
Everyone inside was seeking cover, and after a round of volleys, someone on Liszt's side got injured.
"What the hell timing is this? This is great now!"
Rein got shot in the leg, his skin and flesh torn open.
"I'm seriously fucked."
The gunshot wound on Liszt's left forearm was gushing blood, his five fingers numb and unresponsive, he quickly tore a sleeve from his shirt and quickly wrapped it up.
"Good thing I brought some damn gear."
Shadi swung his backpack, revealing more than a dozen gleaming knives, and picking one up himself, charged forward while the enemy was reloading after the volley, beheading one man with a single slash.
Liszt, left hand weakened, also grabbed a knife with his right hand, and with his superior physical constitution and rich combat experience, these ragtag pirates were no match; youthful strength was intimidating, and at his physical peak, he was more than enough to be a Gold Level adventurer, swinging his knife like slicing melons, each cut deep to the bone, or directly severing limbs and heads.
"Damn it, come up with a solution using your unbeatable Necromancy!"
Mika took out his firearm and fired into the crowd, blowing one person's head off, then picked up a knife and joined the battle.
But those who dared to sell hallucinogens in the East Sea were not easy foes; none of them were tricksters.
"Rein, carve a path out, I'll cover you, we must deliver the Heavy Case Team's tiger to the destination."
Due to the special situation and sudden incident, Fen slipped up while speaking.
"Damn, finally said it! You said it just now! Caught you!"
Rein was ruthless, directly digging the bullet out of his leg with his fingers.
Having retired from the adventure group for less than two years, Rein's skills were terrifying; he leaped out, gutting and disemboweling, spilling intestines and viscera in a grisly display.
Fen realized it wasn't the time to argue with Rein, and condensed arcane energy, sending out Wind Blade faster than knives, each strike taking down a small opponent.
The group fought their way from inside the inn to the street outside.
The rule in Heaven Port is that you can mess around with one-on-ones, but never get involved in group brawls, or you might get hacked to death, and now the fight was so intense, blood seeped into the cracks between the pavement bricks.
"Damn, there are so many people here?"
Only upon reaching outside did they realize the drug dealers had considerable influence; after all, the money they earned was substantial, so they had many thugs, not just twenty or thirty, but a whole mob outside, sealing off the area completely.
Liszt held a knife in one hand, his left hand already bleeding; after killing seven or eight men, he was starting to pant.
"Block my path to fortune, I'll kill your mom!"
According to Fen's strategy, time was of the essence; to the deputy leader of the Honorable-level adventure group, these punks were nothing, using his limbs like a gust of wind, sweeping through and leaving a bloody scene.
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Liszt felt immensely relieved, thankful that he made time to meet Wolman in the CPU last night, pretending his trip to the Great Wetland exhibit at the Dragon Stone Square National Museum during his Alan tour was incidental, with Alan Royal Court folks who loved formalin-like things, which Ogne Heinrich used, as did some of the folks from the Great Wetland.
Indecision and hesitation... become ineffective in the face of national tragedy.
Wolman was a newcomer, having just arrived not long ago, and hadn't participated in many actions, so the island didn't know this group of Liszt's people had such a guy.
Upon seeing this tower-like killing god blocking the road, splitting someone in half with one axe, all the drug dealers were starting to get scared.
Rein had already carved a way out.
"We've been through knives and guns, don't lose face now."
Shadi chewed on betel nut as he spoke.
"Stay focused, good job, let's see how she handles it!"
Mika's knife was covered in blood, shouting loudly.
Liszt knew that after such a chaotic fight, they were barely going to make it, these people were truly bastards, coming at the wrong time, blocking his path to wealth.
"Run, bro! Time's running out!"
Rein had promised to meet at the cost of his own head.
Liszt didn't hesitate any longer, let them cover him, as he needed to go make big connections.
Two white-haired, golden-eyed Demon Hunters from the Life Weaving Society had already learned that the target was inside the Star Sea No.1 Music Hall.
And they had arrived at the entrance of the music hall building.