Lord of the Mysteries

Almost instinctively, Klein bent his knees and rolled sideways toward the bathroom door.

Sou!

A small black-feathered arrow stabbed into the wash basin. The arrow seemed to be made of bone and suffused a blue luster. It was extremely beautiful.

If Klein had hesitated in any way, he definitely wouldn’t have been able to escape this sudden attack!

After rolling for a moment, Klein reached into his pocket and attempted to pull out a few tarot cards.

But at that moment, he felt a gust of wind engulf him. Through the corner of his eyes, he saw a black figure quickly closing in on him at high speeds. It appeared in front of him in an extraordinary pose, as he tightened his foot and kicked out from bottom to top.

Realizing that he couldn’t avoid the attack, Klein quickly gave up on his previous intentions and used his elbow to block the attack.

With a bang, he felt his entire left arm go numb, and his body was yanked over, just like in the sport squash, that the middle class loved to play the most, or like a soccer ball that was now popular among the lower class.

What immense strength! Klein’s heart tightened. Without being flustered, he adjusted his body in midair and changed his posture, barely maintaining his balance as if he was performing acrobatics.

Pa! Pa! Pa… At this moment, a tree-bark-colored blow-pipe had just landed on the floor of the bathroom and bounced behind the door, at a declining speed.

Just as Klein was about to stretch out his body to firmly stand and face the follow-up attack, a scene suddenly flashed in his mind.

The speed of the enemy in black far exceeded his expectations, arriving even faster than he had expected. He lowered his body and swung his arm, striking him in the chest.

In the blink of an eye, Klein’s body bent over, spinning half a circle more, like a small ball that kept falling and kept being thrown around.

Pow!

He stretched out his hand and pressed it to the ground, opening his legs like scissors while keeping his head low. It made black-clothed man’s fist miss as it tore through empty space.

The fist that was originally aimed at his chest could only hit his legs after Klein turned his body, but his legs were opened wide.

Pushing up, his legs closed in together, allowing Klein to leap nimbly to the side as he finally managed to stand up straight.

Pow!

Before he had the chance to observe his enemy, the black figure had already arrived in front of him, bringing with it a strong gust of wind.

What a fast reaction! Klein quickly lifted his arms up in front of him to block.

With a dull thud, he felt as if he had collided with a black bear. Failing to withstand the immense force, he could only stagger backward, his arms almost turning numb in the process.

At the same time, Klein finally recognized his attacker.

He had dark skin, a lean and hardy build with recessed eye sockets. He was none other than the “executioner” of the Zmanger gang, Meursault, the person who had come to see Detective Moriarty in the morning!

Pa! Pa! With a fierce glint in his eyes, Meursault closely pursued after him as he flung both of his

that of his opponent was obvious. He was unable to face him head on, and he had

Klein stopped engaging in melee combat. He lowered his body

torn apart by Meursault’s

hand as he exerted strength in his waist and continued rolling in a bid

Tap! Tap! Tap!

caught up quickly and kicked out his legs, one after another, that was in

agility and had zero weaknesses. He made it so that the rolling Klein was only capable of focusing on dodging and defending, without giving

Kacha! Bam! Bam!

was broken, the table overturned, the coat rack toppled, and Klein had

this! He kept dodging, rolling and tumbling, seeking every opportunity to turn

coffee table in the living room through the corner of his

with one arm as jumped back towards the living

Meursault’s leg muscles bulged suddenly like

the ground so hard that it seemed to shake, and he jumped up and shot at Klein like

barely managed to hold on for a moment before being sent flying again, crashing through the coffee table with a clang, sending the ceramic tea set flying towards the cupboard, scattering the round fountain pens,

momentarily unable to stand up or roll, a fierce glint flashed in Meursault’s eyes. He slid

He

ignoring the warnings his premonition was giving him, solely to

knee coming at

appeared in his mind

Sou!

shaking out the

Sou!

contract was like a dart made of fine steel as it shot at Meursault’s throat. At that moment, the distance between the two of them was less than

reflected in Meursault’s eyes as he instinctively tried to jump back

Oof!

stabbed right through

blood gushed out as Meursault fell in front of

out the bloodied contract template and clutched

blood from flowing

the end, his body twitched a few

before he had the strength to turn around and stand up. He had a few tarot cards between his fingers, on guard against possible counterattacks and

activating his Spirit Vision and confirming that his assailant was dead, Klein looked around and didn’t see any

did he relax a little. He noticed that two of the chairs were broken, the coffee table was smashed up in several

of his suit had been damaged and that the

manner, “There’s no way

“Haha. Hahaha. Hahaha.”

of his life. He laughed so hard that his body bent forward

later, Klein stopped smiling and walked to

to make

took of a whiff of the refreshing fragrance and used the technique of dream divination to whisper, “The mastermind who sent Meursault on this