293 Payback 1

Minggg~~~~

The white dragonhawks circling the sky let out an attack warcry.

Among the crowd, Garen looked up, focusing on one particular white dragonhawk in the air.

He tugged at his grey hoodie as he squeezed through the crowd, bowing his head to hide his face.

He pulled out a piece of cloth from his right sleeve. There was a round tactic drawn in red ink. It seem unrefined, with traces of red ink on its side.

A tactic was like an ancient spell, with a faint mystical sense.

As he rolled the cloth, Garen hastened his steps. He quickly entered a narrow alley along the street and walked through it. In front of him was another clean and luxurious street, where there was a row of gorgeous bungalows across it. All of them had white-golden roofs, but they were all empty, without a trace of population.

Garen swept his gaze from left to right. His eyes eventually fixated on the third bungalow.