From Prisoner to Si Chen

Beside Jenna, the black-collar deacon took a step forward and stood in front of her, trying to stop Gilan's actions.

"Is it useful?" Gillan smiled.

He reached out with his hand, and after the black-collar deacon punched, he accurately clamped the opponent's wrist, pressed down, and pulled.

The terrifying force actually knocked the tall man in a wide-brimmed hat off his feet.

Jilan let go, raised his arm with an elbow, and struck the opponent's cheek with a heavy blow like a pendulum.

Bang! !

The black-collar deacon tilted his head, his face was deformed, he vomited blood and fell down.

The bunny-faced girl's vision dimmed.

When she looked up, she saw that the young man was right in front of her, lowering his head and looking down at her.

"I've put up with you for a long time, Miss Jenna."

Under Ji Lan's bloody hair, her gentle smile looked extremely scary.

"From the moment you sent someone to intercept me, you must have been prepared to be killed by me."

"you……"

Jenna looked terrified.

The next second.

Snapped!

The blood-haired young man reached out, grabbed her slender neck, and picked her up.

"Let...let me go..."

Jenna had a painful expression, grabbing the palms on her neck with both hands and trying to open them. However, her struggle was like a cricket shaking a tree, it had no effect at all.

She kicked her feet in the air, struggling desperately.

However, Gilan still kept smiling, but slowly increased the strength of his palms, as if the God of Death was slowly handing out an invitation.

Jenna's eyes widened with fear.

The gradual approach of death broke down her psychological defenses, causing her to open her mouth wide and want to beg for mercy.

However, the suffocation prevented him from speaking any complete words, and he could only let out a ho-ho wail.

Soon, her consciousness became blurred until she completely fell into darkness and silence...

Jenna was strangled to death in fear and pain!

Gillan flicked it casually.

thump!

The bunny-faced girl's body rolled to the ground.

The guests had been shocked and numb by this series of events, staring blankly at the blood-haired young man and the corpses scattered around him.

"Ji...Brother Jilan."

Milinda hid behind her sister Nancy and called to the young man timidly with a trembling voice.

The eyes of young people such as Joan, Cordell, Ziguy and Frans had already turned into deep awe when they looked at Gillan.

Jilan ignored everyone's gazes, turned to glance at the Yaomei, and did not answer.

He turned around and kicked.

Bang! !

The closed hotel door was kicked open by him.

The moonlight outside suddenly shone in, and the cool wind blew on the cheeks of the gentlemen and ladies present, refreshing their spirits.

Finally saved!

"Let's go quickly." Jilan said lightly.

"Thank you, Mr. Gillan!"

"Thank you so much!"

The gentlemen and ladies thanked them profusely and hurriedly ran outside.

The three younger siblings, Joan, Nancy and Milinda, wanted to say something to the eldest brother, but they saw that the other brother had already rushed back into the hall.

After Gilan let the guests go, he rushed back to the clock without stopping, took out a screwdriver, and removed the balance wheel inside as quickly as possible.

Click!

The golden symbols and patterns engraved on the surface of the balance wheel bloomed for a short time, then fell silent and fell into darkness.

"Damn it!!"

At this time, a female voice with murderous intent sounded from the high platform in the hall.

Miso miso miso miso! !

A harsh and sharp sound suddenly appeared in the air.

Ji Lan turned around and saw dense golden ripples flashing on the high platform.

With Adura as the center, ripples rippled in all directions. The three committee members who originally besieged her, the "Warrior" and the "Joker" were all cut into pieces by the shock of the golden ripples!

At the critical moment, the only remaining "Private" committee member fell down and rolled down the high platform.

However, he was also swept away by Jin Bo several times. His left arm and right calf were cut off at the root, and blood spurted out.

"Private's" facial muscles twitched, but his resolute expression did not change. He actually still had the strength to arch his body, relying on his strong will and his remaining right arm and left leg, dragging the blood stains and trying to crawl out of the hall.

After Adura burst out with terrifying power, the little top hat tilted on her head disappeared, revealing her fair and delicate, but somewhat ferocious face.

Its eyes are red and its ears are long and pointed, like rabbit faces.

And the neckline of her low-cut evening dress and the lower edge of her collarbone were blooming with three golden light spots, spitting out dozens of golden threads... It turned out that the oscillating ripples came from here.

But such terrifying power obviously comes with a price.

A trace of pain flashed across Adura's cheek, but it was quickly hidden.

Unless she had to, she would never expose this trump card, because the price was too high...

Not only will it continue to reduce the natural life span, it will also cause the gold species to wilt and even become necrotic.

But now the situation has become extremely bad. The core of the "Black Mass" ceremony has been destroyed, all his armed forces have been destroyed, and even his daughter Jenna is dead.

She was the only one left.

Adura glanced at the audience.

Except for a few completely depraved and irrational men and women, they still stayed naked. The rest must either die or escape.

She decided to abandon her plan and evacuate.

But before that, Adura had one more thing to do.

"Ghilan Yiros!"

Her eyes immediately locked onto the blood-haired young man standing in front of the clock.

If it weren't for this guy, my plan would definitely be implemented smoothly. Only four committee members could not stop the "Black Mass" ceremony.

But this guy’s role is really crucial!

Adura's hatred for him has reached its peak!

"die!!"

The rabbit-faced lady threw her arms.

She flicked her ten fingers together, and the ten golden threads quickly covered the blood-haired young man.

This overloaded power operation was continuously consuming her lifespan, but Adura no longer cared, and was bound to kill this damn guy on the spot.

The golden threads cut through the air, thirty meters apart, and rippled towards Jilan.

The offensive has not yet arrived, but the bloody hair on Jilan's forehead has been lifted up by the strong wind. Black blood vessels bulged on both sides of his eyes.

An unspeakable fatal threat suddenly arrived.

Even in the state of "unthinking" defense and counterattack, Jilan still had a strong premonition that there was no way to avoid it, and there would be no life or death.

Under Adura's furious attack, even a third-level spiritual mystic wouldn't dare to escape unscathed.

Jilan's eyes narrowed.

Just as he was about to release the "Mad King".

bass.

A slight friction sound was heard.

Jilan glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw an ordinary match flying from the hotel door behind him, spinning and landing in front, intercepting the golden ripples.

boom! ! !

A ball of orange-red fire with a diameter of ten meters bloomed, forming a twisted smile pattern in mid-air.

The ripples of golden threads passed through the firelight and turned into flying ash.

On the high platform, Adura retracted his fingers, resisting the burning pain from his fingertips, and his pupils shrank.

"Committee leader..."

"Adura Claire, the 'Inquiry Committee' has surrounded the entire Tietjens Hotel, and you have nowhere to escape!"

A clear but slightly sweet female voice suddenly sounded from the hotel door.

Ji Lan held the staff and hammer upside down and looked back.

I saw a beautiful woman with long black hair shawl, wearing a high-collar gray windbreaker, about twenty-seven or eight years old, striding towards her.

Behind him were six men and women in shirt uniforms with "crossed swords" platinum badges on their chests.

'The leader of the investigation committee and six other members...'

Ji Lan secretly thought.

He looked at the leading woman and guessed that she was a third-level spiritual mystic. At the same time, inexplicably, she felt that her appearance and voice were extremely familiar.

The next second, the woman spoke again:

"Head of the Commission, Maiev Matiliye, hereby pronounces sentence... You are under arrest, Ms. Adura!"