Chapter 911: The Way to Wash His Hands Of the Crime
Translator: Sean88888 Editor: Elkassar1
Sheyan remained calm as Aziz walked over. He sat on a bench by the sea while comfortably placing both hands behind his head, smiling at Aziz.
When Aziz walked past Sheyan, he did not stop. Instead, he remarked coldly without sparing a glance at Sheyan:
"You are my prey, so stay alive. Wait for the moment when my bullet penetrates your skull! I'm not going to babysit you forever."
Sheyan smiled without saying anything. He knew that, for fanatics like Aziz, the best way to refute him was not with words but with cold, hard facts! But when Aziz had walked 20 meters away, Sheyan suddenly said:
"Hey, Aziz, who do you think is more powerful, Zeus or me?"
Aziz was slightly surprised. He was just about to blurt out that Sheyan couldn't hope to compare with Zeus, but couldn't help recalling the situation in the Jurassic Park world. Even though Zi took all the glory, but anyone with a brain could tell after thinking over it carefully, that at that time, Zi had been forced to the brink of collapse due to the betrayals. She only had enough strength to defend herself and could not strike back. But once she met Sheyan's group, the situation completely changed. It was evident how important a role Sheyan played. Nevertheless, Aziz still replied coldly:
"You are not qualified."
Sheyan said with a smile:
"You might not know this, but during the battle in the Jurassic Park, I wasn't even a reserve duty Growth Hunter. I was only a rank 1 contestant."
Hearing this, Aziz's pupils shrank, but he asked with a sneer:
"So?"
Sheyan smiled and said:
"Nothing. I just broke through the dual-attribute boundary trial and officially became a dual-specialty Growth Hunter. So next time you see Zeus, I hope you can tell him that I'm interested in a duel with him."
This time, Aziz finally couldn't help but turn around and asked in a hoarse voice:
"Isn't Reef your party's MT? Do you think that an amateur like you who cameoed as an assistant MT can challenge the position of an MT?"
Sheyan smiled and pointedly remarked:
"Who told you a party can only have one MT?"
Aziz finally turned pale. He turned around and left without saying anything.
Sheyan continued to smile as he sat on the shore, breathing in the fresh and slightly salty Sandy Hook sea breeze. Only after a long while did he stand up and stretched. Then, he said:
"My friend, let's go."
Jinkuang appeared from a dark corner beside him. First, he looked around sneakily like a mouse, then he ran over and said:
"Wow, my friend! You did a beautiful job! I can't believe you destroyed a part of the Statue of Liberty."
"....." Sheyan was speechless. He said with difficulty, "That wasn't me."
Then, Sheyan stared at Jinkuang who was panting and wet from head to toe, and exclaimed in surprise:
"Did you...did you go collect the broken pieces when you see the torch fall off?"
"My friend, the Statue of Liberty was made entirely of metal! Even if the pieces had turned into scrap iron, they can still be sold....."
After these words left Jinkuang's mouth, he immediately felt that it was not quite right, so he laughed and said:
"I would never do such a thing."
Sheyan said seriously:
"I think you are the most likely person in the world to do such a thing. Never mind, let's not talk about this. I have something else to discuss with you."
Jinkuang immediately turned wary and asked suspiciously:
"What?"
Sheyan showed him the dark gold ring:
"I got a nice thing, but.... my friend, it's obvious that its side effects are extremely powerful and it will make it very difficult for me to do anything under the special attention of Mr. Dumbledore. The Harry Potter world is obviously your hometown, so I have to ask for your opinion. If you feel that we must go back there someday, I will not use it. If you don't care, then I will probably equip it myself."
Jinkuang squinted his eyes and said disdainfully:
"Will you miss a damn prison that imprisoned you for tens of thousands of years? Oh... What am I saying? I am so passionate about my hometown, my homeland. I can't wait to go back to that lovely place....."
Sheyan rolled his eyes:
"... Fine, fine, I understand."
Jinkuang was apparently embarrassed, so he immediately changed the topic:
"That was a wonderful opportunity just now. Why didn't you kill Aziz? Has your sexual orientation changed and you like men now? Or do you really possess that stupid thing called righteousness?"
Sheyan shook his head slightly and said:
"Neither."
He turned to look at the sea, squinting his eyes:
"The current situation is getting more and more confusing. If the situation keeps developing at the current pace, what do you think will happen after ten days?"
Jinkuang frowned and thought for a long time:
"I don't know."
"After ten days, those remaining will already know where their strength level lies among the participants. In order for the weaker participants to protect themselves and survive, they will only do one thing, and that is, forming an alliance," Sheyan's words carried a trace of regret:
"Only with an alliance will they have any hope for survival. And how will they differentiate between the strong and the weak? The best way, and the easiest way, is to look at the amount of Bloody Invitation Letters collected! The person with the most Bloody Invitation Letters at that time will definitely become public enemy No. 1. The strong will want to kill him because the rest of the people have already formed alliances. The weak will want to kill him because it's convenient, it's fast, and if they succeeded they would be all set. The reason I'm not fighting Aziz now is really because I'm planning for the future!"
When Jinkuang heard Sheyan's words, he frowned:
"You obviously don't want to be targeted by standing out, but there is an advantage in having the lead. If you delay matters until then, you might not be able to kill anyone even if you wanted too. All the remaining people will be insanely hard to deal with."
Sheyan shook his head slightly and said:
"I actually didn't even want to kill Hakeem. Unfortunately, she forced me into a corner. In my plan, if I were to kill, I will prefer to kill two people in one fell swoop to possess the three Bloody Invitation Letters required to return to the realm. The participants at that time should be very wary of a person who has three Bloody Invitation Letters. They will not touch me unless they have absolute confidence because someone who has three Bloody Invitation Letters can return to the realm any time. Those who remained will be very careful in order to avoid scaring the big fish away. I only have two Bloody Invitation Letters now and I've exposed myself. It's really not worth it."
Jinkuang thought about it and felt that what Sheyan said sounded reasonable. He scratched his head and said:
"So what will you do next? Will you kill another person as soon as possible to collect three Bloody Invitation Letters? Once you have three, you can take a very active position and choose whether to go on the offensive or defensive."
Sheyan shook his head:
"I can't do that yet. There's still a lot of time remaining. I have a more important thing to do."
"There's something more important than getting a Bloody Invitation Letter?" Jinkuang asked in surprise.
Sheyan smiled and said:
"Of course there is. I'm still being hunted by the Men in Black. For me who plans to stay here for a long time, this is obviously not a very good situation. I must wash my hands off this offense first."
"How can you wash it off?" asked Jinkuang, "The Men in Black is an official organization representing the entire New York City!"
Sheyan squinted his eyes and looked at the boundless night sky:
"This matter seems difficult, but.....it's not entirely impossible. However, the duration of Blood Sensing will inevitably keep getting longer, and it will occur more and more frequently. If I were to do this, I must hurry."
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The dark and damp underground tunnel was full of stench and rot. It was hard to imagine that underneath such a bright city, there was a place so dark and filthy!
But that's normal. Seemingly contradictory things like beautiful and ugly, dirty and clean, could always coexist. A seemingly clean and pure lady would still burp, fart, piss and shit....
Sheyan once again walked through the sewers of New York City. This was also the reason he hadn't been found by the Men in Black, who had eyes everywhere. He was attacked again after walking for less than a kilometer. However, the Sheyan at this time was no longer concerned with these attack.
Facing a homeless man who screamed and rushed towards him, Sheyan lashed out with his blade. A trail of sparks formed on the wall due to the narrowness of the place.
Due to the sharp blade and his terrifying Strength, the feeling of the blade passing through solid concrete was like a fish swimming in water. The homeless man in front was split in two. The brutal move did not cause the homeless man to bleed. Instead, some yellowish-green liquid flowed from the cross section on his waist.