Zavi's eyes widened, his mouth opened wide, and his gaze fixed on the three figures in robes standing before him.
Meanwhile, Veranica immediately noticed their presence. This encounter was very sudden and unexpected, and if she fought the three figures in robes, she would be at a disadvantage.
Her chest still felt tight, and she also had to protect Zavi and Ren.
She knew there should have been five cloaked figures in front of her.
"Where are they now?" She was confused as she glanced around.
Feeling that the three cloaked figures were dangerous, Zavi put his hand in his coat pocket, gripping his silver revolver tightly, ready to pull it out at the right moment.
"Hey, are we going to fight those three?" he asked softly, turning to Veranica.
Veranica hissed softly. "No need! You'd better get your brother out of here," she said nervously as she slowly lowered Ren's body.
Zavi didn't know what Veranica would do next. He carried Ren and walked to the left side of the living room, following her orders to leave the building.
But of course, the men in cloaks weren't going to let anyone who knew about their actions get away so easily. One of them jumped forward with a quick movement, pulling a small knife from his cloak sleeve and pointing it forward.
Zavi's eyes widened. He immediately took out his revolver, pointed it at the man in the robe running towards him, and, perhaps out of panic, reflexively pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The bullet flew through the air, hitting the man in the robe right in the shoulder, leaving a small hole and spurting fresh blood through it.
The small knife flew backwards.
"Damn you... Are you trying to kill me!" he shouted angrily, feeling his pride wounded.
Zavi looked at him with an evil smile, put his revolver back in his pocket, and turned to continue his escape from the building.
On the other side, Veranica and the two other cloaked figures did not attack each other, but stared at each other, waiting for the right moment to strike.
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Meanwhile, the robed man who had been shot by Zavi chased after him, clutching his left shoulder and enduring the pain that spread throughout his body.
His legs suddenly trembled violently, whether from his injuries or his fear.
He growled angrily. He swore that if he caught him, he would kill him with unimaginable pain.
Meanwhile, Zavi had a little trouble escaping from the cloaked man while carrying Ren's body on his shoulders.
His body had reached its limit, and exhaustion was slowly taking over. He had no choice but to defeat the cloaked man who was chasing him.
From the front, he saw a bright light illuminating a room, and Zavi continued walking towards it.
"Just a little further..." he whispered.
He entered a room containing several items left behind by the previous occupants. In the middle of the room was a blue and black carpet, a pair of sofas on the right side of the room with a round table in the middle.
In the corner of the room were several wooden cabinets, one of which had a mirror attached to its door. Seeing this, Zavi hurriedly looked for a place to hide Ren, and he chose to put him inside the cabinet.
Zavi looked to the left corner, staring at a row of drawers and on top of them were plates, forks, glass cups, and several rusty knives.
Looking for useful items to defeat the figure in the cloak, a crazy idea suddenly crossed his mind. Finally, he stepped forward to grab some knives and forks.
Feeling that he had prepared enough traps, he turned and chose to hide behind a cupboard not far from the hallway, waiting for the man in the cloak to pass in front of him so he could defeat him.
"Right, here it is." He crept along the wall to hide his presence and prepared to attack if the man in the cloak passed by.
Meanwhile, in the hallway, the cloaked figure was annoyed with himself, cursing himself with an indifferent expression.
He paused for a moment to remove the cloth covering part of his face, revealing his serious expression. This time he was determined to catch the person who shot him, no matter if his target begged for mercy.
The wound on his shoulder had healed, but the pain was still felt in his head. He smiled maliciously, continued walking, and soon after, he saw a bright light ahead of him.
"Light? Oh, I remember, there's a door there that leads to the basement," he muttered as he walked steadily forward.
Shortly after, he entered the room, glancing to the right—a large window with broken glass. He continued walking, searching for Zavi.
Until finally, he was startled by a trap of flying knives prepared by Zavi earlier, and the rusty knife was about to strike his face.
"Huh!?" The man in the cloak was startled, reflexively tilting his head to the side.
That movement alone was not enough. Unexpectedly, from his left side, three knives and five forks shot out like arrows, ready to rain down on him.
"Useless!" The thin rope that bound him broke free before the forks and knives could injure him.
"What!?" Zavi was startled after seeing the cloaked figure's movement, still hiding beside the wardrobe and peeking at him.
The cloaked figure bent down, picked up two rusty knives and examined them. A few seconds later, he realised he had seen those knives before, but where?
He turned to the left corner of the room and found a row of drawers on top of which were several items left behind by the previous owner of the building, and among those items he saw several rusty knives neatly arranged.
He gripped one of the rusty knives tightly as he moved forward towards the row of drawers. After taking a few steps from where he had been standing, his eyes caught sight of an unexpected scene.
To his left, beside the wardrobe, he saw a familiar face. It was none other than the man who had shot him in the shoulder earlier.
Zavi aimed his revolver at the hooded man's head with a cold expression and a sharp gaze.
"What!? He was hiding there?" The hooded man was startled, and as he tried to dodge, Zavi shot him first.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
With the remaining bullets, Zavi managed to inflict severe injuries on the cloaked figure, creating a hole in his chest and one bullet hitting his lungs directly.
"...Ughh." Blood flowed from the hooded man's nose and mouth, soaking part of his cloak.
"D-D-Damn... You..." he whispered, struggling to breathe through the pain.
The cloaked figure staggered, blood spilling onto the dirty floor. Zavi stood up and stepped out from between the cupboards, approaching the cloaked figure and gently pushing his body.
The cloaked man's eyes widened before he fell backwards. "T-This time... I lost, forgive me, Elfaria."
The cloaked man smiled, his eyes suddenly blurring as he stared at the ceiling, resigned to waiting for the cold death that would come for him.