The stand-in is my wife.

"Hey! Be careful, my cookies fell to the ground."

William raised his coffee cup before Alan threw a punch, but because he was holding a book in one hand, he couldn't save all the cookies on the table.

And before the waiter came up to further anger Alan, he stood up and stuffed a stack of bills into the waiter's hand, "My friend has some anxiety disorder, please don't disturb him now, this is compensation, by the way, please give the other guests of the cafe a glass of Blue Mountain, thank you."

His gentlemanly demeanor and gentle tone, and most importantly, his generous hand, left the waiter and the boss speechless.

"I wish your friend a speedy recovery." The waiter held the thick bills and wished sincerely.

"You should be more careful, this is China, not Amelia and Britain." William held up the book and said dissatisfiedly.

"What does it matter? I can buy this cafe with my income for half a year, not to mention that we have the organization's funds this time." Alan shrugged to show that he didn't care.

He stood up and was about to go out and teach those people a lesson, but William immediately grabbed him, his relaxed expression gone:

"There are animal protection demonstrations in several major cities in Dongting Province now, which is enough to attract the attention of the government, but no one has come out to appease or announce the time of the press conference. The government and the Knights here may have caught some information."

Alan pushed his hand away, "William, you are always so cautious, how many opportunities have you missed for this? This is how Alyssa was chased away by other men."

"This has nothing to do with Alyssa, we are abroad, Alan, this is another sovereign country!" William's eyes were rarely stern.

"...Okay, okay, fxxk!" Alan cursed and took out his mobile phone, "Is it okay for me to call them?"

The call was quickly connected, and Alan yelled at the phone: "You sons of bitches, get out of here!"

After that, he hung up immediately without giving William a chance to react.

Seeing William's painful expression, Allen spread his hands: "What? Why are you looking at me like that? I didn't go out as you asked."

"..." William sighed and drank the coffee.

The rest of the story is very simple. When the leader of the association in this city came in, Allen scolded him. After using the big stick, he took out money as a carrot reward, urged them to work hard and hire more actors to make up the number, and then Allen drove them away impatiently.

Next, more demonstrators wearing T-shirts and resisting the brand poured into the front of the administrative building, and the momentum became louder and louder. It even affected traffic, forcing the passing tourist bus to stop and lean on the side of the road and unable to move forward.

Several civil servants walked out of the administrative building and began to try to appease the crowd.

"Look, I told you these people are bastards. They won't work hard unless they are taught a lesson, just like the hamsters on the wheel at home."

Alan's burly body was trapped in the sofa, and he raised his middle finger to the bus that blocked his view of the riot:

"Get out of here, you guys..."

A sound of breaking through the air came, and a bright silver main color, mixed with mysterious Damascus steel patterns, and a fork-shaped gun easily pierced through the tempered glass, pierced through the coffee table, and smashed out countless broken glass!

Alan's dynamic vision was better, and he found that the source of the attack was the tourist bus!

A handsome, slender and fit yellow man like a leopard stepped on the bus window pierced by the gun and waved to the two from a distance.

It was Amanozaki!

"Damn it! How could it be so fast!? Shouldn't he be by the river?!"

Alan's face turned pale, staring at William who was in disbelief: "Did they deceive us?!"

"Impossible! Mr. Fan was dismissed from all his positions because of him, and he took the initiative to find us, it can't be fake!"

William said this and suddenly understood, "It must be that when you asked someone to come in, the detective or their insider found out!"

"It shouldn't be so fast!" Alan was furious, "It takes an hour to get here from the river, how can it be so fast!"

"What are you two discussing? Let me listen too?"

As the two were communicating quickly, Amanozaki had already walked to the broken window of the cafe, holding two gems in his naturally hanging hands, and the magic patterns wrapped his whole body like a spider web under the urging.

"We really don't know each other until we fight, and here we meet again."

Amanozaki looked at the two with a smile, and Li Junzi crossed his arms and entered the cafe to prevent the two from taking hostages.

"Mr. Tian, ​​I don't know what we did wrong that requires your Knights to come forward..." William forced a smile.

"It's Qunxia Mountain, not the Knights. We don't do the feudal system." Amanozaki corrected slowly.

At this moment, William reached out and grabbed Allen's shoulder, and the two twisted in front of Amanozaki.

Amanozaki grabbed the handle of the gun and raised a puff of blood mist. Blood drops dripped from the Spear of Longinus, and there was no trace of the two people in the cafe.

"Teleport?" Amanozaki looked at the two who disappeared. Magic pushed the five senses to the sharpest, but did not find any trace.

"Brother, ran away."

Li Junzi's eyes changed into mantis shrimp eyes, and his special vision did not find anything.

"Run? The monk can run away, but the temple cannot. I don't believe that a knight who is not at the level of a branch can directly leave China as he pleases? There are surveillance cameras everywhere on the road."

Amanozaki said disdainfully.

Chapter 126: The Warlock of Krypton Life

In a low-rise homestay by Dongting Lake, a ball of blazing light appeared in the bedroom, and the sheets, vases, paintings, and bookshelves were all blown down by the wind in the narrow room.

A pair of leather shoes stepped on the books that the former owner loved, without any mercy.

The leather shoes were lifted up, leaving two bright red shoe prints.

"William!"

The first thing Allen did after getting out of the light ball was to take out the first aid kit that had been prepared long ago from under the desk in the room, and took out alcohol, cotton wool, gauze and antibiotics, and operated quickly.

"Hold on, William, we only teleported 8,000 meters this time! It's okay!"

Alan grumbled in his throat, squeezing out comfort from his dog-like throat, but from his sweaty face, it can be seen that he was not at ease at this time.

According to the supernatural intelligence exchanged and summarized by the government of various countries, the manifestation of supernatural powers in various countries actually highly overlaps with local myths and legends.

In China, it is the sword energy that can be learned by talented mortals, the [Yehuo Bhikkhuni] practicing Buddhism to temper the flame, and the [Ghost King] Liu Nu's [Ten Hells].

In Japan, it is Yin-Yang magic, Tengu, etc.

In Western countries, there are naturally supernatural powers that combine local legends.

For example, [Werewolves] and [Vampires] who are mainly based on the flesh, and [Warlocks] and [Wizards] who are good at playing what they call "magic".

William is a warlock. Unlike wizards who take the acquired path and need to learn herbal medicine and alchemy, his supernatural power does not need to be learned, it is an innate authority.

The only price is his own vitality.

The more you use it, the more premature it will age.

Therefore, warlocks often have extremely powerful supernatural powers, because their strength is exchanged for krypton life.

The supernatural power that William mastered was called [Teleportation] in ancient times, which can take the target he touches and transfer it to other places together.

It is said that in Britain, King Arthur relied on the teleportation of the great warlock Merlin to form an elite small-scale knight group, suddenly appearing next to the enemy commander on the battlefield, drawing his sword to kill, and then leaving.

All the leaders who were enemies of King Arthur fell under this ancient, scalpel-like precise decapitation tactic.

The teleportation of the great warlock Merlin can carry hundreds of well-dressed knights at a time, teleporting a distance of two kilometers, allowing the elite to teleport to any location on the edge of the battlefield.

But times have changed.

The scale of war is no longer the scale of a thousand years ago, and the scale of towns has also expanded with the progress of the times.

In Yueyang, the capital of Dongting Province where Allen and his friends are located, the buildings and streets stretch for more than ten kilometers.

With the full cooperation of the Wudang branch, Amanozaki can reach any location in the complex urban area in less than an hour.

But William can't do it.

As Amanozaki said, his ability is not at the level of the branch according to the Huaxia rating, and it was still within the cost range to teleport with Allen.

But he underestimated Amanozaki's reaction speed, and was scratched by Amanozaki with the Spear of Longinus a second before he was teleported away.

Now this gentleman-looking British man was lying on the soft Simmons mattress, his fingers pressing in vain on the wound of more than ten centimeters. Although it was not deep, it was still difficult to stop bleeding naturally.

He could only watch his blood flow away bit by bit.

Such a large amount of bleeding made even Allen a little panicked.

William did not have the ability to strengthen his body, and such a large amount of bleeding might cost him his life.

At this time, the door was knocked, and Allen's pupils instantly turned apricot yellow, his canine teeth grew, and his body hair began to grow thick.

"Who?"

His voice was quite low, as if some kind of beast was mixed in.

"Guest, I heard the sound of something being smashed in the room. Are you quarreling?"

It was the proprietress.

"No, I accidentally fell and bled a little."

The heartbeat showed that there was only one person outside, and Allen still did not dare to be careless.

"Oh! I was wondering why I smelled blood outside the door. I'll go to the first aid kit. Is it serious? Do you want to call an ambulance?"

"No, no need." Alan quickly refused. "The hospital is a place for sissies."

"Okay, okay, you're a tough guy." The proprietress laughed and left. Before leaving, she reminded Alan to go to the hospital if he felt feverish.

Alan kept pressing William's wound. He noticed that a bunch of William's hair had turned white. This was the price of the warlock's supernatural power.

Even so, he didn't rush to help William deal with the wound. He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he confirmed that there was no one.

William had just spent part of his vitality to complete the transmission. He was weak, and the blood loss further aggravated his exhaustion. At this time, William had no strength to walk.

What's worse is that the mysterious gun, whose name is unknown, not only hurt William's body, but also touched his soul.

Having used his superpowers, he felt weaker than ever before. He felt like someone had stuffed a branding iron into his brain, and his brain was about to boil. The pain made him struggle constantly, and the struggle itself increased the rate of blood loss from the wound.

"Alyssa... Alyssa."

William, with a face as pale as a vampire who had activated his superpowers, began to talk nonsense.

Alan tested the temperature and muttered nervously, "No fever... Why does it feel like the brain is burned?"

He took out the injection gun and injected half of it into William, then took out the anesthetic gun and injected six shots of local anesthesia along the wound, poured alcohol directly on a large ball of cotton, and began to wipe the wound for suturing.

After the operation, Allen took another 600cc blood bag to give William a blood transfusion, changed the bed sheets, cleaned the floor, and wiped every inch of the floor with alcohol until all the work was done. He changed the blood-stained clothes, and then William, who had replenished the blood, woke up slowly.

The next moment, William raised his head and tried to struggle to get up, then lay down with a groan.

"Your injury is not serious, but the integrity of your skin is destroyed. Every time you do a movement that involves your whole body, the wound may split."

Allen, who was standing next to him, was holding a cigarette, exhaling a strong cigar smell.