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!

eyes, Meursault closely pursued after him as he flung both of his arms,

face him head on, and he had to rely

use of my advantages! With a similar thought, Klein stopped engaging in melee combat. He lowered his body and rolled

A chair was torn apart

with one hand as he exerted strength in his waist and continued rolling in a bid to seek

Tap! Tap! Tap!

and kicked out his legs, one after another, that was in no way slower than

it so that the rolling Klein was only capable of focusing on dodging and defending, without giving him

Kacha! Bam! Bam!

Klein had circled

on like this! He kept dodging, rolling and tumbling, seeking

idea came to him when he spotted the coffee table in the living

arm as jumped back towards the living room while

muscles bulged suddenly

and he jumped up and shot at Klein like a bullet, with one of his legs aimed at

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, the contract template, and the various newspapers on

the detective in the black double-breasted coat was weakened from the impact and momentarily unable to stand up or roll, a fierce glint flashed in Meursault’s eyes. He

turned dark as he watched this scene. He was already holding a contract template

room, ignoring the warnings his premonition was giving him, solely

Meursault’s knee coming at him, Klein’s

moment, a scene appeared in his mind once again, a scene with Meursault’s neck twisted

Sou!

his wrist, shaking out the contract template in

Sou!

Meursault’s throat. At that moment, the distance between the two of them was

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

Oof!

stabbed right through

of bubbling blood gushed out as Meursault fell in front of Klein, his knees

pulled out the bloodied

he was unable to stop the blood from flowing out of his wound, and

a few

strength to turn around and stand up. He had a few tarot cards between his fingers, on

Spirit Vision and confirming that his assailant was dead,

he relax a little. He noticed that two of the chairs were broken, the coffee table was smashed up in several spots, and porcelain was strewn all over the floor. The entire living room, dining room, and foyer were in a

he saw that the sleeves of his suit had been damaged and that the

manner, “There’s no way to

“Haha. Hahaha. Hahaha.”

something that could amuse him for the rest of his life. He laughed so hard that his

Klein stopped smiling and walked

wanted to make the

took of a whiff of the refreshing fragrance and used the technique of dream