Chapter 195: Fierce Tiger Landing Style

Chapter 195: Fierce Tiger Landing Style

At the same instant the gunshot rang out, Anderson’s entire body suddenly collapsed downward. In an awkward posture, he forcibly dodged the bullet.

Klein, not understanding what was happening, had already leaped to the other side, activating his Spirit Vision while drawing his revolver.

In that instant, his first reaction was that Anderson must have gone too far in hunting pirates the previous night and drawn retaliation. Klein almost wanted to shout, “I don’t know him! This has nothing to do with me!”

At that moment, beside Anderson Hood, at a dining table, a burly man wearing a shirt with rolled-up sleeves threw away his knife and fork. From beneath his chair, he abruptly drew out a double-barreled shotgun that had long since been loaded. Aiming downward from above, he pulled the trigger.

His actions were almost simultaneous with the innkeeper’s shot, but because there were more steps involved, he was half a beat slower.

Bang!

Shot flew out, countless tiny pellets blasting the floor into a honeycomb. Although Anderson rolled in time and avoided most of them, he was still struck by some. The side of his body immediately became a bloody, mangled mess.

Klein was just about to shoot and kill the burly man with the double-barreled shotgun, helping Anderson Hood break free from danger, when he discovered that the other man, like the innkeeper, suddenly looked blank. His expression was filled with surprise and fear, as though he had finally sobered up.

No. They aren’t the true attackers… Klein rationally stopped his finger from pulling the trigger and quickly swept his gaze across the dining hall.

Seeing that Spirit Vision revealed nothing, he immediately pinched the first joint of his index finger twice with his left thumb, activating his observation of Spirit Body Threads.

By then, the ladies and gentlemen in the dining hall had already stood up in panic because of the shooting, surging toward the exits.

As they passed near the rolling Anderson, a rather pretty, elegantly dressed young lady suddenly stopped. She opened the dark glass bottle she was gripping tightly and splashed the liquid inside toward the Strongest Hunter.

Sizzle!

Where the liquid touched, surfaces swiftly turned black, suffering intense corrosion. Anderson covered his face and sprang up first, avoiding this attack.

Immediately afterward, a quiet and lovely lady, a gentleman holding a newspaper, a waiter in a red waistcoat, and a five-year-old child whose hands were sticky with candy all launched attacks against Anderson Hood in their own ways at the same time.

Flour, lit matches, fruit knives, scalding coffee, and high-proof alcoholic drinks came one after another. Everyone inside the inn’s dining room seemed to have only one goal left: to kill Anderson Hood!

In this situation, without Beyonder abilities involved yet exceptionally dangerous all the same, Anderson, already surrounded and unable to break free, rolled and tumbled. At times he leaped up, at times he kicked tables away, at times he ignited objects in advance. He barely avoided vital points and suffered no serious injuries.

By now, Klein had also discovered something abnormal:

At a seat in the corner of the dining hall, blocked by a decorative cabinet, dense illusory black Spirit Body Threads clearly extended outward, yet no movement came from there at all.

In a hall filled with chaos and terror, that was extremely abnormal!

The true attacker who planned this “passerby murder case” is sitting there? Judging from the confusion, incomprehension, fear, and panic shown by the innkeeper, waiter, and customers after they attacked Anderson, they did not become marionettes. This is manipulation on another level… An illusion, an Apostle of Desire’s emotional seeds, or some other influence at the mental level? A flash of inspiration suddenly crossed Klein’s mind. He immediately took two steps forward, slamming aside a customer who still had cream at…