And July seems to be immune to spider illusions?

In short, it’s really bad to be cheap, and I don’t know if Spider has any regrets now...

…

Spider regretted it very much.

The spider's intestines were so green.

The man in black robes behind him kept chasing him, jumping in front of him from between buildings from time to time, forcing him to change his original escape direction, and the music surrounding him never stopped...

"The nightmare's just begun! I must..."

The two passed by a building, exchanged blows, destroyed a row of glass, and then continued forward, passing by a building again.

"I I feel like a monster! I I feel like a monster!..."

"I feel like a monster!"

On the roof of a building, Vodka listened to the blast of music passing from below. He couldn't help but sing along. He turned to Gin and sighed, "Lark seems to be very happy tonight, brother. I have never heard this song before."

Song……"

Gin was silent and looked at his phone to check the time.

Evening, 10:37.

I can’t refute it, this song I’ve never heard before is really exciting.

However, the song is not the key. The key is that the police are coming soon, and there will be a special surprise search team.

He didn't believe that Luck didn't know this, but Luck seemed to still want to pursue it.

They have been fighting for 37 minutes. If they continue, they will both be arrested once their physical energy is almost exhausted.

This was not within the scope of what they had agreed upon. They could have withdrawn as soon as the police showed up, and someone would naturally decide the outcome of the bet.

Is Lark going out of control?

Gin's eyelids twitched, he sent an email to that person, turned around and walked towards the rooftop entrance door.

"Brother?" Vodka followed in confusion, "Are we leaving now?"

Don't you want to watch the excitement for a while longer?

How lively and beautiful it is.

Those two people seemed to be fighting while flying in the air...

Gin looked sideways at the vodka, suddenly feeling tired, he looked down at the person's reply and dialed the phone, "Chianti, prepare to take action..."

"Gin? It's almost 11 o'clock..." Chianti said over there, "Okay, I understand... Where is the place? Hmm? Are you at the bar?"

Gin closed the rooftop door behind him to block the fading music, and remained silent for a while.

Place?

The two men were moving and fighting, and their moving directions were irregular. How did he know where they would fight later?

"Get ready first and take a helicopter there."
Chapter completed!