You Have Science, I Have Martial Arts-Chapter 639 - 284: When Our Eyes Met, I Knew You Were the One I Wanted to Kill (Part 2)

Chapter 639: Chapter 284: When Our Eyes Met, I Knew You Were the One I Wanted to Kill (Part 2)

She held Vivian’s supple body and kept acting spoiled, her charming face rubbing around randomly, resembling a little girl who hasn’t grown up in personality.

"Alright, stop complaining, you know the Shadow Mechanism is short on people now."

The slightly older Vivian, steady and capable, played the role of the big sister at this moment: "Besides, the Louis Family has already raised the bounty to thirty million euros, if we can accomplish this, it would be quite a decent pocket money."

"By the way, this AAA-ranked individual, besides us, who else is participating in this hunt?"

"I heard it’s a swordsman from Rapids Castle in Goman."

"A disciple of the Sword Saint, huh? Who could it be?"

Delphine couldn’t help but become curious.

In Europe, Rapids Castle, founded by the Goman Sword Saint Liechtenwana, has always been very mysterious.

As for Delphine and Vivian, they come from the Falan Holy Mechanical Army and the Dian Country Round Table Knight Order respectively, known alongside Rapids Castle as the ’Three Heroes’ of Europe, and are among the most powerful Martial Arts Schools.

Delphine’s profession is a branch of Alchemy—Mechanician, specializing in using Elemental Transformation and Gun Combat Skill for long-range combat.

Vivian’s profession, on the other hand, is a Knight, possessing a strong Physique and capable of summoning Star God Armor, excelling in frontal combat.

Their combination of long-range and close-quarter combat, along with their High-Tier Silver Level strength and stunning beauty, made them famous throughout Europe, known as the "Twin Blooms of Europe."

In the Dongji Kingdom’s Martial Arts World, there are numerous different Martial Arts Schools, just like in Europe, with prominent ones such as the Falan Holy Mechanical Army, Dian Country Round Table Knight Order, and Goman Rapids Castle.

Additionally, there are dark entities active in the underground world, mainly composed of the Blood Race’s Red Moon Order and Blood Fang Brotherhood, as well as organizations formed by Werewolves like Stormhorn and Sharp Claw.

These forces form alliances, conflicts, and cooperations with each other, relationships exceedingly complex, and due to the lax management of various European countries and almost no constraints on the Martial Arts World, dark entities like the Blood Race and Werewolves dare to act more recklessly with their bloodline modifications.

They hunt humans, feed on them, committing countless bloody crimes, further severing the relationship between ordinary people and Martial Artists.

And what Ye Qingzhou has to deal with this time is a Blood Race force known as the Red Moon Order.

Under the night sky, carrying the Black Shark Sword, Ye Qingzhou looked at the pointed roof of a nearby church. It was a building full of Gothic style, appearing at a glance like a church constructed from pale bones, exuding a sinister and terrifying aura, yet also giving a sense of sacred majesty.

The two feelings constantly intertwined, impacting both vision and spirit, birthing a heart-stirring uncanny beauty.

Controlling the Absolute Sword No. 2 Combat Puppet, Ye Qingzhou gazed at the Gothic-style church not far away, his eyes crimson, brimming with a fury that almost erupted.

Tonight, this place was destined to be bathed in blood.

......

Screech~

A newly purchased BMW stopped by the roadside. After the car door opened, Bernard, dressed in formal attire, adjusted his tie with an excited heart.

Today, for him, was the most important moment of his life.

Over the past three years, he worked diligently and effectively, bringing considerable returns to every investor.

Thus, the bank’s executives decided to promote him to partner, offering him a brand-new profit-sharing contract, and even planning to introduce him to several big figures.

"Bernard, you can do it!"

Encouraging himself silently, Bernard walked into the church before him.

"Dear Bernard, you finally came."

A man with gray hair at the temples, eyes like a vulture, approached and embraced Bernard enthusiastically, a cigar wedged between the fingers of his right hand.

This was a Cuban-made Royal Cigar, each priced at three thousand dollars, and when lit, it seemed to fill the air with the scent of money.

"Mr. Richie."

Bernard was full of respect for the man before him because the other was not just a wealthy tycoon but also had an unimaginably extensive network of contacts.

It was through Richie’s recommendation that Bernard could become a bank partner and have a chance to enter high society.

"Bernard, I have confidence in you."

Richie’s large hand was very powerful, patting Bernard on the body, making him feel a sense of being "valued," his heart full of excitement.

It was as if a bright future lay right before him.

Subsequently, Bernard, following Richie’s lead, met several individuals of exceptional status.

One of them, a person from the Western Pole Kingdom, particularly caught Bernard’s attention because even the esteemed Mr. Richie showed flattery before him.

"Very pleased to meet you, Mr. Smith."

"So you are Bernard? Richie mentioned you to me, saying you’re a talented person."

Smith was tall and handsome, his lips seemingly painted with blood, leaving a deep impression, and his azure eyes were deep and bright with an enigmatic allure.

"Did you hear that? Bernard, Mr. Smith appreciates you, so do not disappoint us."

"Yes, I will do my utmost."

Bernard bent his back slightly, his face brimming with flattery and sycophancy, with an expression of utmost humility.

For these lofty figures before him, he wished he could crawl at their feet, kissing their toes, just for a chance to soar in life.

The Western World is governed by the merciless laws of the jungle; if you are not at the dining table, you will appear on the menu.