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After recognizing this guy, Leonard Churchill suddenly didn’t want to expose

his true identity and take action.

Compared to the sheepskin scroll in his hand, the bigger trouble was that he was a fugitive with a bounty exceeding a billion.

And Reuel Bible had said that this guy was the one who had been hired by the Miller Family to investigate the murder of the last two governors of Sinless

City.

Once he reveals his werewolf form, he would be surely recognized.

Getting involved with such a renowned detective would lead to endless troubles.

However, Leonard felt that since the Silver Moon Leader had asked him to bring the item out, there must be someone coming to assist him.

Seeing that there were no pursuers around and that the man didn’t take action, he thought it would be better to drag out the time.

However, Robin Smith saw through his intention right away and directly asked,

“Are you trying to buy some time? Ah, your partner is indeed coming.”

Leonard didn’t respond, but sniffed and smelled a stronger and stronger scent

of death.

From the corner of his eyes, he saw that in the alley below, a hunchbacked figure slowly emerged from the ground.

This figure belonged to the core member of the Silver Moon Sect, Hunchbacked

Old Cook, the “Grave Digger.”

Leonard was surprised to see him: “I can’t believe that he’s still alive…”

During their last encounter at Thunderbolt Fortress, Leonard had seen Reuel

Bible pierce a hole through his chest.

Now, to see him still alive and kicking was indeed unbelievable.

However, since they were enemies before and he was now undercover, they

were technically partners.

Seeing him appear, Leonard finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Now there was someone else to draw the enemy s fire.

Robin Smith seemed to have recognized Old Cook instantly, he said to himself: “So it’s a people from the Silver Moon Sect, no wonder they can turn the high- level guards of Lionheart Family. This might be a bit troublesome…” Despite this, his expression didn’t register any signs of panic. “Unfortunately, I also need some time to unseal this.

Saying this, he took out a card, and a Hexagram Array suddenly lit up under his feet and he called out: “Unseal!”

Upon hearing this, Leonard’s face slightly changed.

He had noticed something and quickly took out the scroll from his sleeve.

As he saw the curse flashing on the scroll, he put the object on the ground like

he had been electrocuted, and quickly retreated.

just like a grenade whose pin has been pulled out, once this seal was activated,

it was irreversible.

While retreating, his gaze was locked on the burning sheepskin scroll.

Leonard originally thought that there would be something dangerous inside.

However, just as the sheepskin was burning to ashes, he saw that what was wrapped inside was actually a black… feather?

The enlightenment couldn’t identify what it was either.

But it must definitely be something at a remarkably high level of laws.

As soon as this black feather was exposed to the air, an intense scent of a mixture of light and evil seeped out.

And there was also an aura that showed the presence of high-level beings.

Given that this was what the people of the Silver Moon Sect were after, a thought flashed in Leonard’s mind: “Could it be…the feather of a weeping angel?”

Unconsciously, his eye twitched.

Remembering that the Light and Dark Holy Nail, which belonged to…that weeping angel, was still on him!

The black feather hovered in the air, Hunchbacked Old Cook raised his eyebrows worriedly.

This was not according to the plan.

However, at that moment, a thought message from the Silver Moon Leader arrived in their ears: “I will hold off the people of the Lionheart Family. You guys must find a way to get the item out of the city! This is related to the resurrection plan of Lord Arachne. We cannot afford any mistakes. You must succeed, no matter the cost!

Upon hearing this, and that the name of a God was mentioned, Leonard realized that there was no room for hesitation in carrying out this instruction. Without waiting for him to hesitate, Hunchbacked Old Cook had already made a leap toward the Angel Feather to take it.

But just as he was about to touch it, his expression dramatically changed.

Because he saw that his palm had started to burn with a black flame.

The hunchback immediately retreated.

But in that split second, his entire palm had been burnt to nothing.

Old Cook, like a corpse, didn’t feel any pain, he just kept staring at the feather with a serious expression.

Seeing the fire on the feather, Leonard found it very familiar: Hellfire?

The famous detective didn’t seem like he wanted to interfere, he just released the Angel’s Feather.

As long as they couldn’t take it away, his objective would be achieved.

This Lion City belonged to the Anka Clan, if they wait a bit more, a high-level being would surely come.

But delays lead to problems.

Gazing at the feather, Leonard’s mind started churning rapidly. Previously, the Light and Dark Cross… everything was related to angels. Now with the appearance of this feather, the Silver Moon Sect’s purpose seemed to be on the brink of unveiling.

Moreover, since they had taken the name of a God, as an undercover agent, he needed to take some action or else he would be suspected.

Without much hesitation, he also rushed toward the feather.

Because he had just seen how Old Cook’s arm was burnt, Leonard didn’t dare to let his guard down. As he reached out, his Curse Power surged, and a layer of black flame simultaneously condensed on his palm.

During his promotion to the Second Tier, the main element of his Profession Card was the Red Baron’s Demonic Holy Blood.

This element had allowed him to gain a slight control over the Hellfire’s bloodline power.

Three meters… two meters… one meter… one inch!

He touched it!

Leonard was fully prepared to have his palm burned off and then forcefully take the feather away with Cellular Activity Boiling.

However, what surprised him was that he managed to hold the feather without any problem.

He even didn’t feel any burning sensation at all.