"What's your mission?" Bi asked bluntly.
"Hold on." Li Changzhou leaped up, his back against the wall, his body rising swiftly, and then he gently landed on the roof—the whole process seemed like playing a jump in reverse.
Scanning around, the fleeing Nightingale was already dead, and where that "woman's" soul had transferred was unknown.
"To protect Edison, and you?" Li Changzhou sheathed his Emerald Bee Sword, not disappointed.
The surprise and excitement of meeting Bi diluted his desire to kill, but he remembered this person, who had dared to deceive him by setting a trap.
"To protect Henry Goebbels, he seems to be here to assassinate Edison this time, and he's a Werewolf." Bi wasn't too sure—more accurately, she didn't care too much.
"So, this Mr. Henry Goebbels lived through 1880 and died in the future?"
"Let him die however, where are Qian Xia and that woman?" Bi looked around, "Didn't participate? Or haven't met up yet?"