Rusty Dragon

The protracted 'witch hunting' had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years' War,  and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise.
Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said—
"Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!"

They all call me Great Master

The voice behind him made the middle-aged man startle.


Because this middle-aged man was sure there was a wall behind him.


When intercepting Didian, this middle-aged man had already surveyed his surroundings.


His heart was filled with unease and doubt.


Without any hesitation, the middle-aged man moved sideways two steps and darted diagonally toward the exit of the alley.


He was so fast that Garcia didn't react in time.


Didian, however, raised her hand to throw the arrow she was holding.


But the middle-aged man knocked the arrow away with the back of his hand.


At the same time, the look the middle-aged man gave Didian and Garcia over his shoulder was vicious, like that of a rabid wolf.


This lady knew that she absolutely couldn't let this guy escape.


Otherwise, she, Garcia, and her relatives at the Lotus Leaf Hotel would never know peace again.


At this moment, Garcia finally snapped back to reality.


Chapter 510: Black Magic... No, It's the Black Cat Faction!