Chapter 228
Almost instinctively, Klein bent his knees and rolled sideways toward the bathroom door .
Sou!
A small black-feathered arrow stabbed into the wash basin . The arrow seemed to be made of bone and suffused a blue luster . It was extremely beautiful .
If Klein had hesitated in any way, he definitely wouldn't have been able to escape this sudden attack!
After rolling for a moment, Klein reached into his pocket and attempted to pull out a few tarot cards .
But at that moment, he felt a gust of wind engulf him . Through the corner of his eyes, he saw a black figure quickly closing in on him at high speeds . It appeared in front of him in an extraordinary pose, as he tightened his foot and kicked out from bottom to top .
Realizing that he couldn't avoid the attack, Klein quickly gave up on his previous intentions and used his elbow to block the attack .
With a bang, he felt his entire left arm go numb, and his body was yanked over, just like in the sport squash, that the middle class loved to play the most, or like a soccer ball that was now popular among the lower class .
What immense strength! Klein's heart tightened . Without being flustered, he adjusted his body in midair and changed his posture, barely maintaining his balance as if he was performing acrobatics .
Pa! Pa! Pa… At this moment, a tree-bark-colored blow-pipe had just landed on the floor of the bathroom and bounced behind the door, at a declining speed .
Just as Klein was about to stretch out his body to firmly stand and face the follow-up attack, a scene suddenly flashed in his mind .
The speed of the enemy in black far exceeded his expectations, arriving even faster than he had expected . He lowered his body and swung his arm, striking him in the chest .
In the blink of an eye, Klein's body bent over, spinning half a circle more, like a small ball that kept falling and kept being thrown around .
Pow!
He stretched out his hand and pressed it to the ground, opening his legs like scissors while keeping his head low . It made black-clothed man's fist miss as it tore through empty space .
The fist that was originally aimed at his chest could only hit his legs after Klein turned his body, but his legs were opened wide .
Pushing up, his legs closed in together, allowing Klein to leap nimbly to the side as he finally managed to stand up straight .
Pow!
Before he had the chance to observe his enemy, the black figure had already arrived in front of him, bringing with it a strong gust of wind .
What a fast reaction! Klein quickly lifted his arms up in front of him to block .
With a dull thud, he felt as if he had collided with a black bear . Failing to withstand the immense force, he could only stagger backward, his arms almost turning numb in the process .
At the same time, Klein finally recognized his attacker .
He had dark skin, a lean and hardy build with recessed eye sockets . He was none other than the "executioner" of the Zmanger gang, Meursault, the person who had come to see Detective Moriarty in the morning!
Pa! Pa! Pa! With a fierce glint in his eyes, Meursault closely pursued after him as he flung both of his arms, delivering left hooks or right punches in a barrage of attacks at Klein .
The gap between Klein's strength and that of his opponent was obvious . He was unable to face him head on, and he had to rely on his agility and premonitory senses to barely avoid the combo of punches .
No! I have to make full use of my advantages! With a similar thought, Klein stopped engaging in melee combat . He lowered his body and rolled to the side .
Crack! A chair was torn apart by Meursault's kick .
Klein supported his body with one hand as he exerted strength in his waist and continued rolling in a bid to seek a chance to use his tarot cards and self-made charms .
Tap! Tap! Tap!
Meursault caught up quickly and kicked out his legs, one after another, that was in no way slower than his opponent .
He was like a giant bear with the gift of agility and had zero weaknesses . He made it so that the rolling Klein was only capable of focusing on dodging and defending, without giving him the chance to draw his cards or use his charms .
Kacha! Bam! Bam!
A chair was broken, the table overturned, the coat rack toppled, and Klein had circled most of the way around, but his situation was turning dire .
I can't go on like this! He kept dodging, rolling and tumbling, seeking every opportunity to turn the situation around .
Suddenly, an idea came to him when he spotted the coffee table in the living room through the corner of his eyes .
Bam! Klein defended a blow with one arm as jumped back towards the living room while enduring the pain .
At this moment, Meursault's leg muscles bulged suddenly like they were inflated with air .
Boom! He stepped on the ground so hard that it seemed to shake, and he jumped up and shot at Klein like a bullet, with one of his legs aimed at him .
Klein barely managed to hold on for a moment before being sent flying again, crashing through the coffee table with a clang, sending the ceramic tea set flying towards the cupboard, scattering the round fountain pens, the contract template, and the various newspapers on the floor .
Seeing that the detective in the black double-breasted coat was weakened from the impact and momentarily unable to stand up or roll, a fierce glint flashed in Meursault's eyes . He slid forward, pushing his knee out amidst the shattering sounds of the porcelain .
Klein's eyes turned dark as he watched this scene . He was already holding a contract template in his hands .
He had fled to the coffee table in the living room, ignoring the warnings his premonition was giving him, solely to pick up a contract template or newspaper!
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