"Kassel College?" Zhaoyue said the name softly, but the fainted blond man could not answer his question.

Zhaoyue also knew that he didn't want to ask him to answer. He directly picked up the broken door panel, looked at the corridor from the back, and then aimed at a certain compartment and smashed it.

With the dull sound of the broken wood, the man in black behind the door also fell to the ground due to the heavy blow and fell unconscious.

He followed the same pattern and tried to eliminate the enemies lurking in the carriage compartments one by one, but he quickly dodged vigilantly to avoid a ray of silver light that shot through the air.

Seeing it being nailed to the metal joint of the door frame, with the end shaking slightly, he finally saw clearly that it was a silver table knife.

Table knife?

He turned around and saw a young man in black clothes and white lining, dressed as a waiter, looking at him silently in the corridor in front, holding a tray in his hand, with several knives of the same size in the tray.

Under his golden silk-like forehead, a pair of pupils of different colors are exposed, one is ocean blue and the other is dark gold. They are both extremely beautiful colors, but on the same face, they are as shocking as scars.

He just stood there, like a ghost, like an evil spirit.

What Jingfeng pointed out was a spine-chilling feeling, and the sense of crisis was even greater than when facing Hong Wen, who was also a super hybrid.

But this does not mean that he is stronger than Hong Wen. Super hybrids are hard to come by. It can only be said that compared with the high-ranking emperor, what you fear more is definitely the emperor's close ministers.

The emperor can decide your life or death with just one word, but his close ministers are the ones who will directly torture you.

The blond waiter is like that kind of executioner.

"Patsy Gattuso?" Zhaoyue recognized this man who was known as the "war weapon" of the Gattuso family.

He is still young now, less than ten years old, but he already has a full sense of danger.

Patsy didn't answer, but he immediately threw all the knives on the dinner plate. Before it was over, his eyes lit up with golden light.

Yan Ling · Dustless Land!

This was supposed to be a word spirit that built a defensive wind barrier, but when Patsy used it, it had a completely different effect.

The raging wind pressure caused the wooden door of the compartment to shake violently and make a sound, and the solid window glass even cracked.

Even Zhaoyue felt a slight sense of suffocation. The flow of wind elements in this compartment was completely disrupted by Passi. This kind of attack that did not distinguish between friend and foe made the secret party members in the compartment unable to move.

With the blessing of this strong wind, the silver table knives shot out like bullets from a chamber.

Zhaoyue didn't try his best to hide. Percy's Dustless Land machine was aggressive, but it didn't hinder his actions.

The heart infused with dragon blood is a blood pump, constantly delivering endless power to him. This power allows him to walk freely in the violent wind pressure that would crush people to the ground and prevent them from moving.

He took the first table knife with his bare hands, and then used it to knock down the rest of the table knives in the electric light.

While he was completing these actions, Patsy was not idle either. He rushed over at lightning speed, holding a black hunting knife in his hand.

The sword is engraved with a simple inscription, which is a great political and military leader in ancient Rome, Octavian's nickname "Augustus"

The black hunting knife came from a tricky angle. Zhaoyue took out the table knife to parry, but Passi was wary of "Assassin Knife Skills". A hunting knife was swung sensitively and dangerously. After all, the size of the table knife was too disadvantageous.

After a few rounds of fighting, Passi's "Augustus" left several scratches on his arms and chest.

As an alchemical knife, its power allows it to break through the defenses of pure-blood dragons, but it cannot cause death. Although Zhaoyue's body is powerful, it is still not as good as pure-blood dragons.

Passi cut off a wooden door with a knife, and just as Zhaoyue was about to jump away, he struck again with a knife, when the entire train body suddenly shook violently.

Under the momentum of inertia, Patsy directly broke through the crumbling half-part of the wooden door and rushed into the empty compartment.

Zhaoyue, on the other hand, felt like her feet were rooted to the bottom of the carriage. Even if the carriage was tilted, there was no sign of falling down.

He obviously didn't try his best, the keel suture was not activated, so how could one say that a super hybrid was serious about it.

Patsy poked his head out of the cubicle, and a table knife was already pressed against his forehead.

"I think we should cease the war now and find the cause of the train derailment instead of engaging in meaningless internal friction."

Patsy neither agreed nor raised any objection to his proposal, but the black hunting knife in his hand lowered slightly.

Zhaoyue knew that he agreed, so she also removed the knife.

"Tell your guys to get out, and then...I won't hold back."

After saying this, he took the lead without looking back. Patsy waved behind him and followed without hesitation.

Through the test just now, he did verify some information.

Super hybrid, invincible.

His bloodline purity is the highest among the contemporary Gattuso family, and Yan Ling has even become extremely powerful due to the mutated bloodline.

But the heir to the family is not him. He doesn't know who the heir to the Gattuso family will be, but there is no doubt that he was born for that person. He always remembers his mission.

Until you need to die for that person, all life is allowed.

They met many hurried passengers along the way, and the conductor was trying to comfort them, but it seemed to have little effect.

He also saw a familiar figure here, Florent.

"Dear distinguished guest, I know you are very anxious, but please be patient..." He tried his best to use official words to calm the emotions of a young Chinese couple, but it seemed to have little effect.

"I know! I know! You are noble Soviets, I shouldn't believe it!" The wife seemed to have a breakdown. She grabbed her hair and screamed, but her husband held the swaddled baby and comforted her carefully.

But it was obvious that he was also deeply anxious.

Florent was stunned for a moment when he saw Zhao Yue and Patsy following closely behind, but he soon showed an apologetic smile.

"Madam, you have to believe that the Golichina family carries the credibility accumulated over hundreds of years since the Tsarist era. We will not discriminate against you because of your nationality and harm your rights. This accident is really a serious matter.

Something unexpected happened, otherwise I shouldn’t have appeared in front of you, dear madam.”

He really kept his posture very low, it was obvious that he was also a noble man from a famous family.

"I understand..." The young wife finally calmed down, "This is not your responsibility, it was me who went too far."

"It's best if you can understand. We will solve the problem as soon as possible and will do our best to ensure that your journey goes smoothly."

Florent put his hands behind his back and bowed, with a humble and respectful look on his face.

Then he stood up, waved to Zhaoyue, and walked forward. The moment he turned around, his expression turned very bad.

Zhaoyue immediately knew that there might be a big problem with this train.

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