I had thought that the tall bodyguard was Jiang Shu's reliance, but now it turns out, it's not so clear who is relying on whom.
"Um, wait a moment." But Jiang Shu was in no hurry, he slowly walked out of the Rat King Phil's hut, and then looked toward the sewer outside.
Dark and gloomy, the secret passages were numerous and crisscrossed, the sound of water flowed continuously, mixed with sparse noises—those were the sounds of the Rat King's underling rats.
Since the black-clad Hunters had just committed a massacre here, the air was still filled with a thick stench of blood.
Right, where were those black-clad Hunters?
Why had they disappeared as well...
Something was off.
This sudden thought crossed Jiang Shu's mind.
Logically speaking, after that mechanical Tang had issued his unwilling last words, he should have ordered his black-clad Hunters to counterattack fiercely.
But that hadn't happened.
Which meant the black-clad Hunters had something even more important to do.
