The detective is dead, I did it.

Chapter 10 Holding a Girl in My Arms

Li Ang admitted that he had spoken a little too loudly just now.

Especially after seeing the fifteen men in black robes push open the door and enter, the slight surge of confidence instantly deflated like a punctured balloon.

No wonder poor Norman was stabbed eighteen times; it turned out that each person stabbed him once.

Norman, you died a terrible death! (Croak)

The room was not large to begin with, and these people filed in one after another, crowding the entire room. They were carrying weapons such as short knives and clubs, forcing Leon and Charlotte back to the window.

"Pochi, didn't you say you were going to take on ten? Now you can go for it." The detective patted his shoulder, signaling him to go.

"Actually," Li Ang glanced at the men in black robes, swallowed hard, "I was just making a joke to lighten the mood."

"It's okay. We're just ordinary people, I believe you can do it." The detective raised her small fist and waved it in the air.

"What about you? At least help me share some of the burden."

Are you kidding me?! Do you really think you're Ip Man?

Even if Ip Man came, he would probably not come out on top fighting fifteen people in such a cramped space where it's difficult to even turn around.

"I'm out of bullets." Charlotte held up her small pistol with an innocent expression.

Li Ang turned his head and glared at her. "Then why don't you hurry up and pretend?"

Charlotte's pistol was an old-fashioned flintlock pistol, the same kind that the black-haired, twin-tailed elf who controlled time had. The difference was that Charlotte's pistol required reloading gunpowder and iron pellets after each shot, making its firing rate ridiculously slow.

At such close range, the time it takes to reload is enough for the other party to rush up and stab him seven or eight times.

"But I only have three bullets! I even used the last bullet to take care of that heretic for you."

"So you're completely useless now?"

"I can cheer you on."

"..."

The men in black robes inside the room didn't move; they just stood blocking the doorway, as if waiting for someone, until the crowd was automatically parted like an invisible hand, and a man walked out.

He was about forty years old, tall, and wearing a long black robe with the hood undone, revealing a angular face.

Li Ang subconsciously used his ability to glance at it:

[Hughes, Deacon of the Primordial Church, Sequence 9 Bewitcher. Abilities: Mental Pollution, Low-Level Dark Magic, Physical Enhancement]

The cultists of Sequence 9.

He quickly calculated in his mind. The woman he had just killed should also be a Sequence 9... No, she wasn't even a Sequence 9; she was just a cultist with special abilities.

The man before them was the true Sequence 9.

"Li Ang, don't forget, your sister is still in our hands."

Hughes clearly recognized Li Ang, and spoke coldly.

"Of course I haven't forgotten." Li Ang hid his hands behind his back. "So, do you think it's too late for me to surrender now?" He said as he moved closer to the man.

"Of course. The primordial ruler slumbering among the stars will forgive all your sins. The veil of the past is about to be drawn back, and the day of the Lord's awakening... is not far off."

The man raised his hands as if embracing the starry sky, completely ignoring Li Ang's actions as he continued to approach him.

After all, how could a mere unofficial member, bearing my own mark, possibly harm me, who has received the blessing of the Primordial Lord?

He naturally saw the hand the other person was hiding behind their back, but it was nothing more than a pistol or a short knife, which couldn't possibly break through his defenses.

That's why Hughes seemed completely unguarded towards him.

Behind Li Ang, the detective naturally noticed his little gesture and couldn't help but smile.

It seems that Poch is smarter than she thought.

And that was exactly what happened. After Li Ang got close enough, he made a clenching motion in the air with his right hand, and a black knife appeared in his hand. Then he raised his hand and threw the black knife directly out.

"Eat shit! What the hell?!"

At the same time, Li Ang raised a big middle finger.

Hughes never expected that Leon would be an ability user. As the black knife drew ever closer, his pupils contracted sharply, and his body instinctively leaned back, but it was too late.

The black blade pierced his chest, its tip emerging from his back, trailing a cloud of dark red blood mist, and embedded itself directly in the wall behind him.

Hughes clutched the wound on his chest, staring intently at Li Ang, his eyes filled with disbelief: "You...you're actually an ability user!?"

Then his knees buckled, and his body slumped forward, crashing heavily onto the carpet, staining it with blood.

Hughes was completely taken aback; Leon was actually a power user! How could this be?

Before kidnapping the other party, he had already confirmed that the other party was just an ordinary civilian, with no other gods in his body, and was simply a useful tool.

As for your claim that the other party has awakened abilities later in life, that's even more impossible.

Detective abilities are innate and automatically awaken; this has been the case for the past hundred years. He had never heard of anyone awakening their abilities later in life.

To be on the safe side, he even planted a primordial mark inside the other person's body to ensure that the other person's attacks could not cause him any harm.

However, he could no longer know the truth, and his consciousness gradually sank into coldness.

The men in black robes were also surprised that Lord Hughes had died so suddenly, and after a brief silence, they erupted in chaos.

"Lord Hughes is dead!"

"He killed Lord Hughes!"

"Kill him!"

The men in black robes swarmed towards Li Ang, brandishing their weapons, like hornets whose nest had been disturbed.

Li Ang immediately turned around, scooped up Charlotte from the windowsill, held her horizontally in his arms, and then leaped out the window—

He had previously confirmed that Charlotte's room was on the second floor, only about four meters above the ground, a height from which she could easily jump out of the window and run away.

After adjusting his posture in mid-air, he landed steadily on the muddy ground in the hotel's backyard.

Apart from his legs being a little sore, everything was fine. It seems that the awakening of his abilities did indeed bring some enhancement to his body.

The cultists upstairs looked down at the two men and roared angrily, but they did not jump down with Li Ang.

After all, they weren't stupid; they knew that height was enough to break someone's legs, so they had no choice but to rush down the stairs.

Li Ang wanted to put Charlotte down so he could free his hands to fight, but the person in his arms showed no intention of getting down.

The other person even reached out and wrapped their arms around his neck, hanging on him like a koala.

Her long white hair brushed against his chin, carrying a faint, unidentified floral scent.

"Pochi," the detective's voice whispered in his ear, her warm breath brushing against his neck, "not bad. You actually managed to kill a Sequence 9 ability user."

"Then why don't you come down right now?" Li Ang said irritably.

"No way." Charlotte refused without hesitation, her two legs, encased in white stockings, dangling in the air. "I'm not wearing shoes yet. Do you expect a lady to walk barefoot on the ground?"

Following her words, I could see that the toes of her white stockings were covered in dust from the carpet, but the soles of her feet were relatively clean.

If I step into the mud again, I'm afraid I'll turn into dust.

"Weren't you wearing socks?"

"That's precisely why I need you to carry me when I run away, because I'll get my socks dirty," Charlotte said with an air of self-righteousness.

She tilted her head, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Or... do you enjoy seeing me in white stockings walking on the ground?"

A meaningful smile began to curve at the corners of his mouth. "Eh~ Pochi, your tastes are getting a bit weird."

Li Ang wanted to argue, but found that he couldn't win an argument with this woman.

What a despicable, wicked woman!

Considering that he might need the other party to rescue his sister in the future, Li Ang endured it.

And to be honest, the person in my arms wasn't heavy at all. He was just over 1.6 meters tall with a slender frame, and he was much lighter than a sack on the dock.

So Li Ang could only continue holding Charlotte and turn to run towards the alley on the side of the hotel.