They all call me Great Master-Chapter 874 - 871 Pseudo Impostor VIII

Swoosh!

Pfft!

A crossbow arrow hit the laughing pursuer squarely, piercing through the throat and emerging from the back of the neck, accompanied by a spray of blood mist.

"Urgh, urgh!"

Though the pursuer's smile remained, the light in his eyes dimmed entirely, his throat unable to form coherent words.

Soon after, he fell to the ground, lifeless.

And there wasn't just one crossbow arrow.

Swoosh, swoosh swoosh!

Four or five more arrows were shot.

Two or three pursuers fell to the ground.

As for the arrows that missed, they embedded themselves in the wooden stakes next to Pistri Hamlet—

Chop!

Buzz!

The arrows trembled with a buzzing sound, and Pistri froze briefly before continuing to crawl.

The arrows continued.

Pistri had no idea where the arrows were coming from.

He only knew that if he wanted to live, he needed to leave quickly.

Soon, the scent of the sea intensified.

At the end of the passage, the 'door' was opened.

A woman stood there, holding a crossbow.

This woman was thin, with rough and dark skin, looking like a farm woman tired out by hard labor, yet the crossbow in her hand made her appearance appear bizarre.

"Come here!"

She commanded.

Looking at the crossbow in her hand, Pistri obediently walked over.

She scrutinized Pistri, her eyes full of assessment.

Then came thick confusion.

"I am Del's Boss."

Del, Pistri's first civilian friend, had just died at the wedding.

Thinking of this friend, Pistri's eyes and face showed complexity.

"Tut, isn't it strange why he betrayed you, and yet, stopped those pursuers—didn't Tita just tell you, Kaka was caught.

No!

To be precise, Kaka was captured by me and given to that Mr. Baluo."

The woman sneered.

Anger flashed in Pistri's pale golden eyes, his fists clenched tightly.

"What?

Want to hit me?

Or kill me?"

The woman sneered even more intensely, with a smile like a wolf on a winter night, staring at him, opening its mouth, exhaling.

"Why?"

Pistri asked.

His voice trembled slightly.

The young lion was bewildered, wondering why someone as Del's Boss would do such a thing.

But just as these words were spoken, the woman raised the crossbow, pointing the arrow straight at Pistri, and then pressed it against his throat.

The cold touch made the young lion's brain go blank instantly, his whole body's muscles tense, his hands trembling involuntarily.

This appearance made the woman burst into laughter.

"Hahaha!

This?

This?"

Her murmuring continued, like questions yet also like self-talk, her following words landed rapidly like cannonballs, leaving Pistri stunned—

"I am Del's Boss, and Del is my most outstanding subordinate, Tita and the monkey who just died are the same.

They were all picked up by me, surviving pathetically in the Docklands, doing shady things, until one day Del suddenly told me he found a fat sheep.

One that just by looking at, you'd know is oozing oil.

He decided to test the other party well, and if there was no danger, he'd tie up this fat sheep.

The plan was smooth.

The fat sheep had no defenses.

Or rather didn't know what defense meant.

Del didn't even need to use his real skills, and within a week, he got the fat sheep.

However, it was at this moment that Del hesitated.

Do you know what Del said to me when he came back?"

The woman glared at Pistri, aggressively questioning.

And as Pistri came to his senses, the golden hue in his eyes bore a gaze more terrifying than that of the woman opposite, as fierce as a beast, ready to devour people.

"What did he say?"

Pistri grit his teeth and asked.

"He said he was quitting!

He said he couldn't harm his friends!"

The woman's voice gradually rose, finally sounding like a howl.

She questioned the young lion.

"I raised him for ten years!

You only interacted with him for a week!

He betrayed me for you!

And not just him, Tita too, that bastard took you as a friend——what friend's friend is also a friend.

What do they know?

They are like me, just street-born scum!

Scum don't deserve friends!"

In her howl, the woman pulled the trigger.

Swoosh!

Pfft!

The arrow from the crossbow whizzed past Pistri's neck, directly hitting a pursuer emerging from the passage.

The woman lowered the crossbow, crushed it with her foot as she began reloading the arrows, muttering.

"Scum will always be scum!"

Pistri stood there, eyes on the woman, with the ferocity gone from his gaze, replaced by confusion.

"Hah!

Scum may be scum!

But even scum have rules——that bastard Baro promised me he wouldn't harm Del, he broke his word, so I'll make him pay.

Get lost!

I don't know who you are, nor what you have done, but if your escape troubles Baro, that's enough."

The woman finished loading the arrow, took out a gunpowder barrel from one side.

Under the moonlight, only determination remained in her eyes.

Fierce wolves of winter nights, do not retreat.

She did not understand the friendship of wolf cubs.

She only knew the wolf cub was dead.

Therefore, she had to avenge the wolf cub.

Originally, she thought she could bring the wolf cub to fight for territory in the Docklands, allowing them to avoid hunger and bullying, but the sudden fat sheep shattered her plan and taught her wolf cub to bare its teeth at her.

She naturally had to teach the wolf cub a lesson.

But it was merely a lesson.

She didn't want the wolf cub dead.

She tore off the sleeve, wrapped it around the arrow, then set it ablaze.

She took a deep breath, kicked over the gunpowder barrel.

Roll, roll!

The gunpowder barrel rolled in.

She pulled the trigger—

Boom!

Their shared secret passage was blasted sky-high, along with a dozen pursuers inside, fragmented.

As for her?

She was beheaded by a longsword.

Unlike the soldiers earlier, the one making the move was a Mystic Side Person.

Their wide robes covered their form, their hooded cap concealed their face, without glancing at the woman, merely focusing on Pistri, gently speaking.

"Master, how long are you planning to mess around?

Do you think these people can stop me?

Or do you think your guise can fool my eyes?"

Looking at Pistri's clumsy disguise, the Mystic Side Person almost laughed.

Next, the Mystic Side Person reached out unceremoniously to grab Pistri.

No defense whatsoever.

It's well-known, the young lion's 'Talent isn't outstanding', while not purely a 'Dud', it's close enough.

So, what is there to worry about?

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