During the day, the streets of Swimming City were not very crowded.
Moreover, the place where Julius Reed was located was far from Ghost Market, in the old town area, and also on the edge.
Looking down the street, there was only one man covered in blood running.
The man was wearing a tiger skin coat and holding a blood-stained scimitar in his hand.
However, judging by the blood on his body and the way he ran, he must have been seriously injured.
As the shouting started, two more people appeared on the street.
One of them was holding a box of hidden weapons, while the other had a Longsword hanging at his waist!
"Adrian, where do you think you're going?"
Whoosh!
A hidden weapon box sounded, and the man in the tiger skin coat limped on his right leg, falling to his knees on the ground.
He turned in agony, propped himself up with the scimitar, trying to stand.
In his eyes were unwillingness and anger!
"Run! Weren't you good at running?"
