In an instant, a full-powered slash was launched.

Seeing Stark move, Thrall halted in his tracks.

But he was still too late.

Swish!

The black blade cut through his palm, and half of the palm was removed in an instant.

Ah!

A scream echoed in this world.

Thrall held his broken palm; the other half was still lying on the ground.

The blood on the sword had been absorbed, and the lines on the sword were no longer blank.

Instead, it was a bright red.

Looking at the bright red pattern, Stark was also surprised.

He did not expect the sword to absorb blood for its nourishment.

The tip of the sword pointed at Thrall.

He said, "Didn't you ask for my sword just now?

"Do you dare to take it if I give it to you!"

Then he squatted down and looked at Thrall, who was holding his broken palm.

He handed over the Doomsday Judgement in his hand.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! I'm going to kill you!"

Then he slammed into Stark.

Stark, who was prepared, dodged the collision.

The big sword in his hand pointed at Thrall, who had just raised his head.

Thrall's pupils constricted when he saw the tip of the sword.

Then, he closed his eyes and waited for Stark's strike.

After waiting for a long time, Thrall, who still did not feel any pain, opened his eyes.

He saw Stark, who was standing at the side, looking puzzled.

His voice was hoarse as he asked, "Why didn't you kill me?"

"I need information. Are you going to tell me who else is in the vicinity of the robbers?

"You better not lie to me.

"Or I'll cut your throat with my sword!"

Stark stared at Thrall.

Thrall replied, "If I tell you everything, will you let me go?"

"Depends on your performance."

After saying that, Stark turned around and left

"Once you've thought it through, come and find me in that crappy building, 201."

With that, he disappeared in a flash of yellow light.

Thrall was left standing there, staring at the disappearing Stark.

He couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Should he help him or not?

Helping him would greatly expand his territory.

But at the same time, it would also offend a lot of people.

So the pros and cons of this had to be weighed carefully.

He couldn't offend everyone just because of him!

He immediately decided not to help him find the other robbers.

Just as Stark was about to reach the small dilapidated building, the sky gradually darkened.

The night gradually submerged everyone on the ground.

Including those buildings.

Stark walked to the second floor and went straight to 201, ready to open the door and enter.

But he found that the door was actually locked from the inside!

He immediately found the downstairs boss, Bruce, and asked, "Why is my room locked from the inside?"

Upon hearing this, Bruce retorted, "Isn't 201 always yours?

"It's impossible for anyone to enter!

"And the key and the room number are on your side.

"None of this is possible!"

"Don't you believe me? Come with me to the second floor and we'll find out."

After saying that, Stark turned around and walked to the second floor.

Behind him was the boss.

He took out the key and the room card for the boss to take a look at.

Then he took the key and inserted it into the lock core.

Crack! Crack!

The sound of the key being unable to be turned was heard.

Bruce, who was standing behind Stark, looked at the door with an awkward expression.

Then he turned around and looked at Stark.

"I definitely didn't do this!

"I won't do anything that will damage my own reputation!"

As he spoke, the person in 201 walked out.

Stark looked at the teenager in front of him who was about 18 or 19 years old.

He never thought that it would be the person he met the first day.

This teenager had given him a key at the door before.

He made him think that there was only one key.

But he had not expected to go directly to the shop owner.

The matter in front of him was entirely due to the trouble caused by the key.

But what Stark did not know was that this child was actually the shop owner's child!

Originally, the shop owner had asked him to go directly to the second floor to choose a room to live in.

And he also told him not to choose the first one.

It was basically the residence of a powerful man above level 40.

If he annoyed them, he could kill them with a flick of his finger.

He didn't forget his father's instructions and began to choose rooms one by one.

After looking around, he set his eyes on the unlocked door of 201.

He opened the door and went straight in to look at the luxuries in front of him.

The luxuries were also exchanged for a burst of comfort.

It wasn't long before he heard the sound of someone opening the door with a key.

But because he had locked the door, the person could not open it.

He heard the sound of the person coming down the stairs and looked through the peephole.

Then he came out of the room.

But he did not expect to meet his father as soon as he came out.

There was also a powerful man above level 40 next to him.

His heart skipped a beat.

He thought to himself, "Oh no, I've messed up this time!"

He looked at his father and Stark standing together, and his eyes were filled with unease.

Just as Stark was walking around, the boss, Bruce, immediately knelt on the ground and pleaded,

"Please let him go. He's just an innocent child."

Looking at his father's tears streaming down, he ran in front of him and helped his father up.

He looked at Stark and said, "I'm the one who did this. Please punish me!"

He knelt down with his father.

Stark felt helpless. He had no choice but to ask them to stand up first.

"You guys get up first.

"You can't talk properly while kneeling!"

As he looked at the boss and his son in front of him, his curiosity was piqued.

"Are you really biological father and son? Why don't you look alike!"

Hearing Stark's question, he had no choice but to answer.

"Yes, we are father and son, but we are not biological father and son!"

"He is a child I adopted a few years ago when he was only 15 years old."

"Those were peaceful times and he was only worried about money."

Just as they were talking, a loud sound suddenly came from outside the building.

Sturk was stunned for a moment, then he turned around to look at the source of the sound.

He saw a beam of light coming in from outside.

A group of people ran in with many cold weapons on their bodies, some even carrying an AK.

One of the guys looked particularly familiar.

It was Thrall, whom he had met a while ago. This time, he was not the only one who came. There were other people as well.

Stark felt helpless. At this moment...

A tremor came from outside. At the same time, one of the guards ran in.

"Boss, it's bad. There are so many monsters outside! Our guns are not of much use!"

Looking at the panic on his brother's face, he wanted to kick them to death!

However, he still had to ask, "What's happening outside?"

"There are so many monsters outside that look scary!"

"Hmph!"

"Bring me out to take a look. I want to see what kind of monsters are capable of making you even more afraid with guns in your hands!"