Looking at the 'Prince Ruitai' in front of him, Zitaer frowned slightly. He didn't need to check. With just a slight sense, he could confirm that all his subordinates were dead in the Feiqi Station.

Suddenly, anger and murderous intent filled his eyes.

You should know that although these subordinates are peripheral members of the organization, they all swear allegiance to him.

It can be said that he is completely his own person.

This is the wealth he has managed to accumulate over the past twenty years.

Whether it is subsequent plans or future layout, we must rely on these people.

Now, he was killed directly. Zitaer couldn't wait to kill the 'Prince Ruitai' in front of him.

However, Ztar did not take action immediately.

Moreover, he concealed his anger and murderous intention very well.

Because, until now, he couldn't confirm whether it was a game or not.

It was a plan that used Salmon as bait to lure out Jason, but in fact it was to get rid of him.

After Gista gradually took control of the organization, such "bureaus" became somewhat common.

After the other party completely took control of the organization, such "games" were staged more than a dozen times.

The final result is that the elders of the organization either quit, delegate power, or disappear.

Well, missing.

Another one committed suicide.

The kind that is 'suicided'.

Everyone in the organization knows there is a problem.

But facing Gista's overwhelming power, no one dared to say anything or resist.

Those who dare to speak out and resist will die at the beginning.

Concentrating his mind, Zitaer asked while sensing his surroundings.

"Your Highness, are we enemies?"

"I'm just a 'mercenary'."

Ztar said this.

"Mercenary?"

'Prince Ruitai' asked rhetorically.

At the same time, a punch came out.

There was obviously still a distance of 10 meters, but with this punch, 'Prince Ruitai' had already appeared in front of Tstal.

boom!

The punch hit Ztar in the face.

With a muffled sound, Ztar's entire body turned into a ball of mist.

"kill!"

The three cloaked men standing behind Ztar pulled off their cloaks, shouted in unison, and launched an attack.

The three cloaks swirled and flew towards 'Prince Ruitai', shrouding 'Prince Ruitai' like a curtain.

Two long swords pierced the curtain, one on the left and one on the right.

When he turned his wrist, the sword flashed brightly.

Stab, sting.

The curtain was torn apart.

However, the two swordsmen looked solemn.

Because their sword blades didn't touch the real thing.

There is no real feeling of cutting flesh and blood.

withdraw!

The two swordsmen immediately retreated, while the one who had been standing there pointed his spears directly at the rags in the sky.

When you see the blurry figure among them, just pull the trigger.

Bang bang bang!

The revolver fires continuously.

The muzzle flash flashed.

They were obviously two revolvers, but under the rapid fire, they formed a barrage.

Suddenly, the rags became even more tattered.

However, the blurry figure stood there.

Hit!

The gunman was very sure, but the next moment, his expression changed drastically.

He lowered his head and looked at a hand that passed through his chest.

This palm is slender, powerful, and has thick joints.

But the most important thing is that there is no trace of blood on this palm!

It was obvious that the palm passed through the chest, but there was no trace of blood on it.

The gunman was very confused.

But he ran out of time to find answers.

A huge suction force came from this palm, and the gunman could feel his life force disappearing at a rapid speed. He tried to struggle, but it was of no use at all. In just one breath, this at least fourth-level 'professional' gunman was left.

Got a piece of skin.

Not only the blood, but also the muscles, bones, internal organs, etc. are gone.

Even the last layer of skin has been melted away.

It turned into arrows made of blood and shot straight at the two swordsmen.

Whoosh whoosh!

Six blood arrows, as fast as lightning.

The two swordsmen quickly dodged.

But then, their expressions changed again.

The arrow that had clearly been dodged actually bent back again.

Not only that, when the two of them dodged again, they could clearly detect that their speed had slowed down.

"poisonous!"

The two of them shouted in unison.

But it's too late.

The six blood arrows shot back exploded less than one meter away from them.

Turned into hundreds of small arrows.

If it were before, the two swordsmen would still be able to dodge, but this time?

Totally impossible.

In the blink of an eye, the two swordsmen were blown into pieces.

Moreover, every small blood arrow will take away a trace of flesh and blood from the two swordsmen to strengthen themselves. By the time all the blood arrows have passed through, the two swordsmen will have no bones left.

What was left was only eighteen blood arrows gathered around 'Prince Ruitai', with their arrowheads pointing directly at the group of Tstal, which after rolling several times, gathered into a human form again.

At this moment, Zitaer's face was gloomy.

He glanced at the corpses of his three men, then at 'Prince Ruitai' and the eighteen bloody arrows.

"Is this your hidden trump card?"

"If you want to rely on this technique to win..."

"That is impossible!"

Tstal said word for word.

After every word, a shadowy mist rolled around Ztar.

By the time he finished speaking these three sentences, three more shadowy mists appeared around Ztar.

And the next moment——
To be continued...