Dickson, once a member of the Slave Capturing Team, was adept at tracking and reconnaissance, and was usually proud of his agility.
But what did he just see?
He just felt a blur in front of his eyes and Rein appeared right in front of him.
How fast exactly is this guy?
Rein smiled faintly, saying, "From your reaction, I think I've found the right person. You're the one tracking me, right?"
"No... don't talk nonsense, there are so many people on this street, how could I be following you?" Dickson's eyes clearly showed a trace of panic, but his mouth, as stubborn as a dead duck, insisted otherwise.
Neoro and the others nearby also gathered around.
Many passersby threw curious glances in their direction.
Rein knew arguing with this type of person was purely a waste of time.
Moreover, is it necessary?
Not necessary at all!
Rein reached out his large hand like lightning and grabbed the opponent's neck, then carried him like a chick, striding towards the Sword Bearers Branch.
