"Sir, where have you seen her?" Please tell me in detail that I can pay you. " Monnie cried out in excitement, and fished in her pocket for a few, but she was already paying for all her a.s.sets.
The long-haired man pointed to a remote alley and said, "I think I saw her there before, but there are some thugs in that place. If you want to go, I"ll take you there. "
"Thank you very much, sir." Monnie said happily, and stuck the money in the man"s pocket.
The man held her hand and smiled. "I don"t need payment."
That was the truth. To Tyne, Monnie was nothing at all. He played the part of a warm and amiable pa.s.serby as he led Monnie into a remote alley. This was the slums of the city, with simple houses and shacks everywhere. On both sides of the street, there were simple gutters. Men who didn"t work were either sitting or lying down, but without exception, they were all looking at Monnie strangely.
Monnie could even hear the heavy breathing of the men in her throat, and she was glad that this kind pa.s.ser-by had accompanied her in. However, what Monnie did not know was that this so-called kind-hearted pa.s.serby was actually Big Ash Wolf who had taken a fancy to Little Red Riding Hood!
Monnie instinctively felt that something was wrong as she watched the alleyway"s entrance grow further and further away, but the longhaired man had no intentions of stopping. She stopped and the long-haired man turned around. He asked in surprise, "What"s wrong? The woman I"ve seen lives in the front room, almost there. "
"I"m sorry, sir. I suddenly remembered that I have something to do. I"ll come back another day. " Mony laughed, then turned and left.
Behind him, a burst of laughter suddenly rang out.
"I didn"t expect you to be this smart. A smart female slave should be able to sell for a lot of money." Tyne laughed and said, "Fellow lads, why haven"t you caught this girl yet? The fat on her mouth must not be allowed to run away! "
The men who had been lying on the eaves by the side of the road got up now, and crowded around in groups of three or four, laughing uneasily and kindly.
Monnie finally knew that she had been too eager to find her mother, but instead of being used by a man, she had fallen into a trap. She quickly tried to think of a solution, but to no avail. She should be asleep in the hotel by now, and although she had a knife and a gun, Monnie knew she was no match for twenty or so grown men.
In this deep alley, no one would be able to discover anything. For Tyne, the capture of Monnie was certain. He snapped his fingers in a relaxed manner and a bearded man in the crowd pounced on him. He had long since drooled over Monnie"s beauty, and now he wanted to give Tyne the chance to catch the girl while at the same time taking advantage of the situation.
Without any surprise, he embraced Monnie. Before the man who was hugging Mony could take advantage of the situation, something cold stabbed into his chest. Surprised, he let go of Monnie and found himself with a dagger in his chest.
Monnie pulled out her dagger and took out the automatic pistol that Zero had given her. Monnie pointed the gun at the men and yelled, "Don"t come near me. I don"t want to kill anyone!"
"F * ck!" Tyne cursed loudly, and then went to grab Mony.
Monnie turned quickly and was about to fire in Tyne"s direction. But suddenly there was a flash, and Tyne was gone from his place, and when he reappeared he was holding her gun hand and lifting Monnie up.
Since Tyne was able to get his head in the Hit-Plane Brotherhood, he was no ordinary hoodlum. With his rank 2 strength and agility, Monnie was no match for him.
Holding Monnie, Tyne forced the knife and gun out of her hand. Monnie bit down on his wrist, and Tyne, in pain, cursed and threw Monnie to the ground. Monnie had fallen hard, her pretty face bleeding on the floor, but she looked up and stared at Tyne unabashedly.
Tyne scolded angrily, "What are you waiting for, catch this little lunatic and bring him in."
However, when he turned around, his subordinates had all fainted on the ground. On the ground that was filled with men, there was a person standing.
It was a boy of fourteen or fifteen, slightly older than Monnie. The young man had long brown hair that casually draped down to his waist. He had no clothes to cover his body, and on his chest, there was a tattoo with some strange patterns. She was wearing only a pair of dirty, tattered linen trousers, and her bare feet were exposed beneath them. No matter how he looked at it, he was no different than any of the other young men from the slums.
However, he had a pair of strange eyes.
His eyes were gray, with black lizard pupils in the middle. It was a pair of wild beast eyes!
Half an hour later.
Tyne looked silently at the towering mountain walls that covered most of the city, and the radiating clouds far above the valley. Lying on the cold and hard ground, he silently cursed, "d.a.m.n, I actually lost to a little kid …"
There were many fractures on his body, and there were even some shattered bones on his right arm. This was the result of his clash with the teenager with beast eyes. Who would have thought that in that youth"s seemingly weak body, there was actually a berserk power? Tyne, who had his arm shattered from the start, was then beaten up like a sandbag by this strange young man. Now that he could still lie down and look at the sky, Tyne was already very happy. It was just that he couldn"t understand where this young man came from.
People were walking back and forth on the street, as if they didn"t know what had just happened in the alley.
Monnie watched in astonishment as the youngster silently walked out of the alley and returned to the street after defeating all the hooligans by himself.
She was sure that she hadn"t met such a person before, but the youth gave Monnie a familiar feeling. It was as if he was an acquaintance, but he had forgotten about it in the span of a moment. Only after they had walked two blocks did the teenager let go of Monnie"s hand.
Monnie quickly said, "Thank you for what you did just now."
The young man was still looking at her in silence, Mony"s figure reflected in his beast-like eyes. He opened his mouth like a child who had just spoken, and said to Monnie with great difficulty, "You … Singing … "That sounds good..."
With that, the youth turned around and was about to leave. Suddenly, his hand was caught.
Mony caught him and said in an incredulous tone, "You"re Behemoth?!"