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!

a fierce glint in his eyes, Meursault closely pursued after him as he flung both of his arms, delivering left hooks or right punches in

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

of my advantages! With a similar thought, Klein stopped engaging

was torn apart by

his waist and continued rolling in a bid to seek a chance to use his tarot

Tap! Tap! Tap!

legs, one after another, that was in no way

that the rolling Klein was only capable of focusing on dodging and

Kacha! Bam! Bam!

broken, the table overturned, the coat rack toppled, and Klein had circled most of the way around,

He kept dodging, rolling

he spotted the coffee table in the living room through the

one arm as jumped back

moment, Meursault’s leg muscles bulged suddenly like they

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

flying again, crashing through the coffee table with a clang, sending the ceramic tea set flying towards the cupboard, scattering the round fountain

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

as he watched this scene. He was already

fled to the coffee table in the living room, ignoring the warnings his premonition was giving him, solely to pick up a contract

saw Meursault’s knee coming at him, Klein’s

in his mind once again,

Sou!

pressed his wrist, shaking out the

Sou!

the distance between the two of them was less than a meter. Moreover, as

white item was reflected in Meursault’s eyes as

Oof!

right through Meursault’s

gushed out as Meursault fell

out the bloodied contract template

flowing out of his wound, and

end, his body twitched a few times, and he stopped

he had the strength to turn around and stand up. He had a few tarot cards

that his assailant was dead, Klein looked around and didn’t

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,

his suit had been damaged and that the outer layer of the cloth had been stained with a great deal of

said softly in a self-deprecating manner, “There’s no way to claim

“Haha. Hahaha. Hahaha.”

He laughed so hard that his body bent forward and backward, to the point where only his laughter reverberated

stopped smiling and walked

wanted to make

and answering his own prayers, Klein took of a whiff of the refreshing fragrance and used the technique of dream divination to whisper, “The mastermind who sent