The dungeon was quiet for a long time, until Belicia spoke again:

"So, what happened that night when you and Black Sword had a decisive battle?"

Lausanne II's eyes moved.

"They said you joined the Black Street Brotherhood. Why, Black Sword didn't tell you?"

"Black Sword is tight-lipped about that battle," Belicia snorted. "As for other channels, Lancer's minions almost blew him up, except for the 'Leader of the Formation Killing Blood Bottle Gang'."

All the blood bottles are in the formation."

At this point, the woman was worried.

What's more, after that battle, Black Sword rarely showed up again.

It was as if he understood life overnight and drifted away, turning into a hidden legend who only lives in legends.

He allowed the Black Street Brotherhood to expand wildly, add jealousy to his deeds, and worship him.

Lausanne II frowned.

"So, is this what the big man outside the door wants you to ask, or is it something you want to ask yourself?"

Belicia fiddled with the unlit cigarette in her hand and glanced at the wooden door.

"No," she was silent for a moment, "In fact, this is what you want to ask."

Lausanne II's eyes moved slightly, sharp but confused.

The woman released a mysterious but helpless smile: "If you ask me to guess, the biggest variable that night was neither the black sword nor you, right?"

Lausanne II's eyes changed.

"You're not guessing—what do you know?"

"Depends on what you've been through."

Under the dim light, Lausanne II was still in jail, unable to move, while Belicia was sitting sideways with her hands on her knees, lost in thought.

In the dull atmosphere, the two of them faced each other silently, which lasted for several seconds.

"That rainy night..."

Finally, Lausanne II spoke softly, making Belicia's eyes light up.

"Black Sword has been prepared for a long time, waiting for work, and its strength has greatly increased, far beyond expectations," the killer narrowed his eyes, "Turnbull was the first to be hit, and he fell."

The battle turned into a one-on-one battle between him and Black Sword.

Belicia curled her lips:

"But the odds of winning are still in your hands."

Lausanne II glanced at her with profound meaning.

certainly.

"At that time, I was at my peak, still in full strength, my heart was colder than ever, and my hands were steadier than ever."

The sword is also more ruthless than ever.

Even now, this is the case.

Even facing the desperate Black Sword, facing such a rare opponent, he gained a lot from that battle, made more progress, and made breakthroughs in the way of swordsmanship.

"Although it took more trouble than before, I still won." The killer said quietly.

Just like the previous times, it was unscathed.

No, almost unscathed.

almost.

Thinking of this, Lausanne II's voice dimmed:

"I killed him."

Following the "Triumph Strike" move taught by Joaquín, he slashed into the skull of Black Sword.

Belicia didn't speak, she just looked at the cigarette in her hand quietly with a complicated expression.

Lausanne II gently closed his eyes.

"Then he took action."

"he?"

"He, Turnbull."

It's him.

The vampire killer spoke hoarsely, and his words contained unnoticeable sadness and regret.

"Turnbull, who should have been down for a long time and unconscious, stood up again."

[The bottle is not wine, but the blood of the people.]

Behind him, the legendary old gang leader quietly picked up the strange black sword dropped by his opponent.

Swinging towards the best killer he's ever had.

"I guess he just pretended to be invincible before, just to wait for me and Black Sword to lose."

Lausanne II sneered:

"Or according to old Turnbull: I should 'die together' with the Black Sword."

Belicia lowered her head and let out a sigh of relief.

"With your ability, you won't just let it go like this, right?"

of course not.

"Because of your secret poisoning, I know that he doesn't trust me, and I have been wary of him for a long time," Lausanne II sneered, "He failed in the first attack."

The chains on Lausanne II's body made a slight sound.

"I tried to tell him that no matter why he did it, he was old and no longer... at least no longer my opponent."

The killer has a sad expression.

Even the most extreme choices will be weighed down by age and defeated by aging.

Or even scarier...

Surrender to fate.

Belicia said nothing.

"But he didn't listen and just continued to attack, so I started to fight back."

The vampire killer opened his eyes, his gaze dead.

"And I underestimated...his determination to kill me."

He also underestimated how well Turnbull knew him.

Underestimating the price the old gang leader is willing to pay.

Even more underestimated... is the alchemy ball in the opponent's hand.

I don’t know which big force I got that precious alchemy ball from.

"So I lost."

The killer's eyes were distracted.

He protected his head, but the countless sharp fragments exploded by the alchemy ball almost shattered all his internal organs.

Lausanne II clenched his fists.

But he was unwilling to do so.

Really unwilling.

Belicia sighed softly:

"Then naturally, you used that source blood."

Unexpectedly, Lausanne II denied it.

"No, half of my body was blown to pieces at that time, and I couldn't even move a finger."

He was already helpless.

Not to mention drinking the blood of the source and reversing the outcome.

He could only lie helplessly in the mud, feeling his life and internal organs disappear with the torrential rain, never to return.

The killer's distracted gaze refocused on Belicia.

"On the contrary, it was Turnbull, as the victor, who searched out the source of blood from my wrist guard - as if he already knew where it should be."

The vampire killer stared at the opponent.
To be continued...