The rain is still falling.

Even bigger than before.

The huge raindrops quickly hit the yellowed magic crystal glass, pulling out several abrupt traces of dust accumulated over the years and years melting away by the water marks.

"So, it's him?" Chen Senran felt the weak breath of life on the ground, and his energy breath was sometimes unchanged, and he looked at Graves next to him with a symbolic look on his face.

The raindrops outside the window, which were like arrow feathers, were upset.

The place he is now in is the backyard of spirits and gunpowder. A place Graves took him to enter was probably a winery or something, because it was surrounded by a strong smell of rum that could not be dissipated.

After receiving the news ten minutes ago, he rushed over from the Mingyuan No. 100% to the end.

He thought Graves wanted to give him an answer, but he didn't expect that he would give himself a talkative answer.

"Do I praise you for your efficiency? Or just give you two bags of gold?" Chen Senran continued to feel the answer. He could smell the strong smell of blood in the air. It was obvious that the answer was seriously injured.

"He won't die?"

"Oh, just give me two bags of gold. I'm short of money recently." Graves smiled and looked at the guy on the ground. "No, I don't think I won't, I won't do it for the time being."

In fact, he didn't know how long the guy on the ground could live, he just made sure that he could breathe out the last time he sniffed his breath.

"Then... wake him up and hope he can still speak." Chen Senran frowned and signaled Graves to help.

After all, he is a blind man.

"Okay, boss." Graves nodded and squatted down at the guy on the ground helplessly.

To be honest, this guy's condition is really bad. He is mixed with rain and mud, and countless blood. His originally dark and solemn tights are also torn. There are a large number of gaps cut by the blades on it. Inside the gap is flesh and blood that continues to break, and thin blood soaked in the rain. Several wounds are even more miserable, and the faint smoke is still emitting, and the flesh is charred, as if it is being electrocuted.

Graves couldn't see him clearly, because his face was also soaked in a mixture of various waters, completely stuck together, sticking to his face, making him look like a ball of garbage twisted together.

Yes, his body was also smelling of blood-stinking garbage mixed with burnt flesh.

Like a broken pork.

"I...Draven...is the most awesome." Well, he started to speak neurotic nonsense again.

This sentence goes on and over again. I, Draven, is the most awesome.

Neuropathy.

"Hey, man, wake up, get home, wake up." Graves slapped his face soaked in the rain with disgust, shaking his whole head.

"Uh--" Under Graves' rough wake-up technique, the guy who was like a ball of trash finally woke up.

He coughed and spit out a mouthful of rain mixed with blood. He opened his eyes, which were half covered by sticky hair, and gasped weakly, asking, "Where is this?"

"This is……"

"Oh—" But soon. He was shocked as if he had thought of something, and he suddenly felt shocked, struggling and twitching as if he was about to sit up and run away, "Okay, damn it, you are lucky. You caught Mr. Draven, but, I promise, Mr. Draven, I won't say a word, you don't want to know anything from my mouth. You Ionian bastards, oh—"

"Bang--" Although he struggled very hard, he eventually fell back to his original position due to exhaustion.

"Ionia?" Chen Senran was puzzled.

"Oh, sorry, boss, I forgot to tell you, this guy just tried to assassinate someone, but failed." Graves stood up from the ground with his shoulders shrugged, "Bilgewater Reception Center, what is probably the Ionian living in it."

"Bilgewater Reception Center...Ionian?" Chen Senran suddenly knew something, and he remembered the meeting this morning.

assassinate?

Who would it be?

"You're not getting it wrong?"

"No, I can guarantee, absolutely not." Graves shook his head and picked up the shotgun next to him again.

The next step is to interrogate the work.

"So, okay." Chen Senran nodded, "Mr. Draven, your name is Draven? This is not Ionia, nor is there an Ionian. We are all good people. We saved you. You are safe, you don't have to worry."

"Oh, come on, good man, my goodness, haha, cough, hahaha." Draven had given up struggling, he lay on the ground, coughing and laughing, "If you are really good men, you should find me a doctor, damn, and, don't think I don't know anything about it, what is in his hand? Good man? Good man pointed the latest Hex shotgun at my head?" He said, then he reluctantly raised his hand, pointed at the shotgun in Graves's hand, and coughed even more violently.

"He is aware of the goods." Graves aimed the shotgun's muzzle directly at Draven's eyebrows without denying it, "Then, okay, say, boy, tell everything you know."

"Say..." Draven felt inexplicably confused. He pulled the sticky hair that covered his face aside with some annoyance, barely supported his upper body, and looked at Graves, "What do you say? If you want to kill, kill me, play with me? I, Mr. Draven, aren't afraid, cough cough--" He couldn't help coughing again at the last sentence.

As soon as he coughed, he couldn't help but curse in a low voice, the damn Ionian mouse.

At this time, Graves finally saw the guy's appearance clearly, with an extremely sinister face, fierce eyebrows, hooked nose, two long beards and gloomy eyes. I believe he would be absolutely cunning when he smiled.

A natural bad person, even if he does good deeds every day, no one will believe him.

"Let's talk about what you came to Bilgewater for. What's the purpose and how many people there are." Chen Senran finally spoke again. He also gave up the mask in front of him and said coldly, "Answer it well, say a word missed. I'll give you a bullet."

"Breaking me? Do you think you're scared? You think you're scared. Do you think I, Mr. Draven, would be afraid of you?" Draven said fearlessly and lay on the ground, looking like I was scared. You're scared.

"Graves, legs." Chen Senran said lightly, crossed his hands, raised his head and looked at the ceiling. Although he couldn't see it, he subconsciously felt that there was light there.

"Affect my boss." Graves threw the gun casually.

"Bang——" The crisp sound of the bullet came out of the air shocked the old magic lamp on the ceiling, shaking, and a few wisps of dust leaked.

There is indeed light on the ceiling, a dim magic lamp.

"Oh!!!" Draven howled exaggeratedly. He bounced from the ground like an electric shock, but then fell back because of lack of physical strength.

He twisted on the ground in pain, feeling his whole body hurt like a tear-breaking again.

"Don't worry, my marksmanship is very accurate. I'll hit you with my legs. I'll never hit your dick." Graves blew the muzzle gently, and the slight smoke rose upwards. Facing the dim light, there was a cheap poetry.

"Oh, okay, my goodness, you won." Draven whined, raising his hand, "You win, don't beat me anymore, I say."

"Happy." Chen Senran lowered his head again and said."

"We came to Bilgewater because we got the news that Ionia was going to form an alliance with Bilgewater." Draven breathed in pain, barely letting himself shout, "Our purpose is to stop them from forming an alliance."

"What else?" Chen Senran did not rush to ask himself what he wanted to know, because he knew how to keep his trump card so that he could win more.

"And..." Draven showed a puzzled expression on his face. He tried hard as if he was thinking, "Oh, by the way, I'll find a guy named Chen Senran and kill him. It's gone, that's all."

"You want to kill... kill him, that person named Chen Senran?" Chen Senran tried hard to suppress his breath, "Why?"

They actually wanted to kill me, but fortunately...

"I don't know, the above is called things, so I can only do it." Draven was also a bachelor, shook his head indifferently, "I really don't know."

"So, your gray order is on the surface to ask someone named Annie to find someone, but in fact..." Although Chen Senran suppressed his emotions, it was related to himself. He asked in a slight silence, "Are you here to destroy the alliance?"

"Grey Order..." Draven had a moment of doubt in his tone, but he immediately laughed, "Yes, in order to return to Noxus, my boss took over this mission and sent us to do this. As for the man Chen Senran, he probably bullied the lady before and killed him by the way. Well, at least that's how I guessed."

In fact, that's how he guessed.

Gray Order...

Haha, it's really interesting.

"..." Chen Senran was speechless. His mind was in a mess now, and countless things were constantly rolling.

It was the flame, the face of the girl in the dream, and the words of Draven.

That Anne wants to kill herself...

I don’t know why he felt inexplicably heartbroken when he thought of this.

He was so heartbroken that he couldn't think about whether there were any other flaws in Draven's words.

"Graves..." Chen Senran couldn't help but cover his heart.

"Yeah..." Graves nodded and held the gun tightly, but he was actually thinking about something in his mind. He seemed to remember that the masked man Fick had also attached a message to him. Damn, why can't he remember...

"Hey, hey, hey, you are good people? You won't kill me?" Draven suddenly panicked, especially when he saw the shotgun in Graves's hand swaying in the dim light.

"Give me a reason not to kill you." Chen Senran's breathing was still very rapid, and he felt that he could not accept this fact.

Why……

Why did someone come to find me but want to kill me?

"I failed, I can't go back, I, I want to live, I have no way out, I can follow you, I..." Draven was already a little incoherent, "I haven't become the best person yet, I...I want to live."

In the last sentence, he lay back again with a little depressed feeling, as if he had accepted his fate.

"Let him find a doctor." (To be continued...)

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