"I want you to take care of it!"
Suddenly, off guard, the little boy suddenly opened his mouth and bit Angelica's arm fiercely.
However, how could the extraordinary person's reaction speed be so easily attacked by such a childish child? In just a moment, Angelica pulled her right arm back and tried to hold his left wrist with her left arm.
Suddenly, an ethereal scream rushed in her direction. Although he sensed the danger first, Ed did not rush to launch the secret text of "Lake" to protect Angelica.
Because no matter from the perspective of flight speed or ballistic direction, this is more like a warning than a sneak attack. If possible, he didn't want to reveal his hand too early.
Angelica instinctively dodged to the side and used her left arm to push the little boy in the other direction to prevent him from being hurt.
Boom. The flying object penetrated the top of the shack's weak beams, and the ends penetrated the entire wood. It was a broken white crystal in the shape of a blade, quickly disappearing in the air.
"Oh my God!"
This sudden change caused the thin woman who was washing clothes in a wooden tub not far away to let out a scream. She kicked over the barrel and escaped into the house, water spreading along the ground.
A few people wisely hid back in their rooms. In the gaps between the doors and windows, pairs of unfriendly eyes were watching them warily.
"Gentlemen and ladies should not come here at this time. Who are you, crows? Enemies coming to your door? Or gangsters? There is nothing you are looking for here, just a group of people struggling to survive in the quagmire. "
The dark-skinned man walked over with clumsy steps like a statue. Frost-colored crystal clusters sprouted from the knuckles of his hands as rough as granite, and one of them disappeared. It must have been the white crystal blade that was just thrown.
Extraordinary people who use the "Crystal" secret text.
"Uncle Gerald!"
The little boy struggled to crawl to his feet, trying to get into the narrow gap between the piles of rags and debris in the shack. It seemed that he had already thought about how to escape.
However, Ed had already taken the lead, pulling him by the back and lifting him up:
"Sorry kid, I'm afraid I'm going to have to use you as a hostage for a little while."
He took out the white crow cane, gently pressed the handle against the little boy's chin, and took back Angelica's wallet.
Judging from the conversation between the two, this little boy must know the man named "Gerald" in front of him. The current situation is still unclear, and having a hostage on hand can at least make the other party fearful.
"This child has nothing to do with me, sir. There is no need to bleed any more. Let him go and we can have a good talk."
The young child's thin, malnourished body trembled. This gave Ed a flash of guilt, but now was not the time to question his conscience.
"So you're not deaf."
He dragged the hostage back a few steps and said with his back against the wall.
If there is only one person on the other side, then the environment here is too complicated, and a gloomy muzzle may be poked out of any shadow.
"...I do have some hearing problems, but I can see your mouth shape clearly."
The man was silent for a while and said frankly.
It turned out that this man thought I was here to see him. Ed judged in his mind.
An extraordinary person living in a slum? He had heard of a few cases like this.
For a person with debt, it is indeed much safer to live in the gray area of the city than to buy a farm on the outskirts of the city.
"Okay sir, no matter what you have done before, we are not here to find you this time." Ed first gave him a guarantee, "How about we go our separate ways?"
"Then please go back." The man took the initiative to step aside and let a way, but did not lower his guard. "I promise you that I will leave this city soon, and you will not see me again."
"Of course, but I have a few questions before I leave." Ed slowly stretched out three fingers and said word by word, "First, where do the pineapples come from? Second, who is giving out these pineapples? Third, what is their purpose?"
"I see, you're looking for them."
The man first lowered his head and pursed his thick lips, then raised his head and replied:
"...I won't say it."
"Why, do they have anything to do with you?" Ed asked.
"No, because they're good people."
The man's hands full of crystal clusters were held in front of his chest, and he cracked his knuckles, making a loud sound like cracking rocks.
Suddenly, six identical white frost-colored crystal blades appeared between his fingers.
"For the last time, I beg you both to leave here unscathed."
