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Chapter 298 - 298 187 Number Nine (4400) Testimonial_2

Chapter 298: 187 Number Nine (4400) + Testimonial_2 Chapter 298: 187 Number Nine (4400) + Testimonial_2 He sat in silence, listening. There was no sound of the Black Spade “A” organization’s gunners rummaging or walking in other rooms on the floor.

Only the whooshing sound of air coming through the window and leaving from the corridor could be heard. The gloomy environment of the hallway was frighteningly dim and silent.

Buzzing…

Casio suddenly heard a sound from outside, similar to an electrical current, coupled with what sounded like snakes slithering on the ground.

He rushed back into his room and stepped out to the balcony adjacent to it.

It was night!

The dim daylight sky had turned into night!

The stars clustered around the moon, emitting a dim, shimmering light.

“This is getting even weirder… It has turned into night all of a sudden?”

Casio’s heart started racing involuntarily.

His heartbeat echoed like the ruming of drum.

“Hey! Who are you?! What are you doing on my balcony at this time of night?!” A male voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

Casio turned quickly. In front of him was a room identical to the previous one, but without any dust or cobwebs. The walls were snow-white, the floor new. The previously rotten old bed looked clean and tidy, covered with a sheet.

On the bed, a shirtless man was looking at him angrily, shouting while quickly getting up.

“There’s a thief! Catch the thief! There’s a thief…”

Casio leaned on the balcony railing with his right hand, rolled and fell down. His knee hit the ground with a light thud.

Just as he got up, the blurry shadows became clear again. He turned his head and saw that night had turned back into day.

“…”

Casio stood still, silenced by the natural flow of the bizarre occurrences. He began to question whether he was unknowingly succumbing to illusions.

“Lord Fengxiang, are you alright?”

At the villa’s entrance, several Black Spade “A” organization’s gunners rushed over. They had heard the sound of a heavy object falling outside while they were searching the room, and saw Casio landing when they looked out the window.

“I’m fine.” Casio waved his hand dismissively.

“Did someone just fall down?”

The voice of Red Tooth came from the entrance, and he quickly rushed over. But as he saw Casio, he suddenly stopped in his tracks: “Huh? Fengxiang, weren’t you just…” Red tooth seemed to have realized something.

“Did I also hallucinate?!”

His moustache twitched involuntarily.

“Someone’s spying!”

Casio acutely perceived a gaze from the left side of the high wall. He pushed off with his feet and the whole person swiftly gave chase.

With the lightest touch of his toes, the mud under his foot gave way. He easily cleared an enclosure wall that was significantly taller than an average adult man.

His feet hit the ground and he quickly scanned the alley’s end.

A piece of clothing, disappearing in a flash.

Casio immediately took off after it – every stride of his covered several meters. His figure appeared in another alley where a tall figure was running wildly.

“Stop!”

Casio chased him again. The speed of both these men was considerably faster than ordinary people – they could cover the entire length of an alley in less than a second. Casio made a sudden turn at a gray corner.

“Stop right there!”

Whoosh! It was as if an artist had lifted a canvas sheet.

The original daylight suddenly turned to night and the brightness significantly dimmed. The seamless transition made it feel as if the sky was a mere curtain, instantly pulled down from daylight to night.

In front of Casio, a group of villagers carrying torches abruptly halted, shocked. Seeing Casio, however, they cried out and once again charged at him.

“Back off!”

Faced with the bizarre scene, Casio had no intention to hold back. His robust figure, like a charging elephant, knocked back every villager that dared challenge him.

Some villagers cried out in pain, some went silent.

Others were stunned, holding their torches, cautiously leaning against the wall. Their faces illuminated by the firelight, were a picture of fear.

“Hmph.”

Casio ignored these entities that he couldn’t tell whether were humans or ghosts.

His foot crushed a piece of brick and he dashed forward like an arrow released from a bow. After another turn, the vista changed again. The dim light was replaced by the formerly pitch-black darkness, and Casio saw a silhouette in the distance gradually retreating.

He looked up and could see a conspicuously tall building – a church. It was a typical spire building of classical gray and white style. A broken cross was on top, and beneath the long windows was a statue of the Holy Spirit.

“They headed towards the church…”

Casio refocused, and put all his energy into the chase.

About a hundred meters away from the Mensa Church, in a grey alley, a large figure who’d been running wildly suddenly stopped. A man was blocking his path.

Like a wall, Casio was standing in the middle of the road.

He studied the man before him.

Short hair like steel needles, deep and somber features which emanated a hint of evil for some reason. He had a silver metallic ring in his ear, slightly bigger than a thumb.

Primarily, Casio’s gaze lingered on the man’s hands.

“Hehe, no point looking. I am number eight from the Sand Dust Organization. I never expected that you lot would track me all the way here…”

The man with the earring wore a cold expression.

“Was all that supernatural nonsense your doing?”

Casio’s eyes narrowed ominously.

“What supernatural nonsense?” A flash of confusion crossed the face of the man with the earring: “If you are talking about the disappearance of the assassins stationed here, then yes, that was my doing. I remember, he screamed horribly when he died an hour ago. Tsk, ts.k… I severed his foot tendons. Oh yes, and the tendons of the hands of his upper body too.”