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Leonard Churchill was unfazed.

He took in his environment with a sideways glance, and nearly commanded, “Take off your coat and leave it in the hallway, and leave it in a couple places. Then use Deodorizing Potion. If those people continue to chase us, throw away anything you’ve been carrying these last few days. Everything that can be thrown away, throw it.”

Tracy Garcia had something to say.

But Leonard cut her off with a harsh rebuke, “First, I need to figure out how they’ve been tracking you.”

If this issue wasn’t resolved,

Even if these people were killed, or they managed to shake them off this time, the problem would still persist.

Listening to his harsh tone, Tracy was like a kitten being dangled by the scruff of her neck, initially wanting to struggle, but ultimately quieted down.

She had been on edge, hiding and running for days. She was already somewhat disoriented, but now… with someone to follow, she didn’t seem as panicked.

After traveling a bit, Leonard led them out of the encirclement to the top of a broken building, and said, “Continue walking in a clockwise direction, enter the building, and try to move towards places with more people. If I don’t appear within three minutes, start running. Don’t look around for me, I can keep up. Don’t try to escape using your own methods. Be a good Bait. I’ll find an opportunity to kill the ones who are chasing us.”

The trackers were after Tracy, knowing nothing about him.

This was their best chance.

Kill them?

Hearing that, Tracy thought she had misheard.

But upon turning her head, she realized Leonard had already disappeared.

“Bait again…”

For some reason, Tracy felt like she had heard this line before.

She didn’t dare delay, quickly taking off her coat and tossing it into the dustbin nearby.

She put on another one and used the Deodorizing Potion.

Leonard was hiding in the shadows.

Not long after, he saw three men dressed in black suits following behind them.

“Golden Oak Security Company’s agents?”

Leonard found this odd.

He had worked for the Corpse Collector Company before, recognizing at a glance the regulation suits and leather shoes. These people were undoubtedly Field Agents of Golden Oak.

How did Tracy manage to provoke the people of Golden Oak?

Leonard’s brows furrowed.

He watched from a distance as the men completely missed the clothes in the bin and went straight in pursuit.

Immediately, Leonard concluded: It’s not scent tracking!

“One, two, three…a total of six. Two of them are suspected to be Second Order Card Masters.”

He counted them but didn’t rush to attack.

Through recognizing the differences in their uniforms, he detected that among them were two senior Field Agents from Golden Oak.

Which was expected.

Chasing and killing a First Tier Spirit Communicator normally required only one Second Order Card Master.

Two was an overkill.

Furthermore, High Tier card masters weren’t common. It appeared to be a regularly formed squad called into the pursuit by Golden Oak.

Theoretically, there wasn’t anyone particularly tricky.

Just by observing, Leonard made a preliminary judgment: The threat from the enemy isn’t especially significant.

It wouldn’t be difficult to kill them.

Next, figuring out how they managed to track Tracy was crucial.

Tracy went accordingly, moving through various buildings along the way.

This was a slum, filled with people and numerous alleys crisscrossing each other.

It was perfect for playing hide and seek.

She proceeded, shedding her clothes and accessories along the way.

The people from Golden Oak followed her.

Leonard tailed the two Second Order Agents from Golden Oak.

Very soon, he discovered another issue.

He could accurately smell the scent of Tracy’s discarded clothes, allowing him to determine her path.

However, it seemed like the Golden Oak agents were not using scent to locate her.

It seemed as if they had some method of directly determining her direction. They opted for shortcuts that Tracy had not taken and caught up with her.

Considering he was either already on a wanted list or soon to be, he was quite knowledgeable about tracking techniques.

Observing their actions, he started to develop some hypotheses.

Could it be the Mysterious Type’s means?

Divination, Elements positioning, Biological tagging, Ancient relics…

Leonard was now quite familiar with all kinds of tracking methods across different systems.

He was eliminating them one by one.

Soon, the three minutes were up.

This was the agreed upon time to run.

The agents from Golden Oak seemed to have sensed this and immediately picked up their pace.

Having roughly determined Tracy’s location, the two Second Order agents split up, seemingly planning to encircle her.

Leonard Churchill noticed the guy who was giving directions, closely observing his every move, and finally discovered some hidden secrets.

The man would always adjust his glasses at certain critical intersections.

“Is there something wrong with that pair of glasses…”

Leonard guessed that it might be an ancient artifact used for tracking.

But these mysterious artifacts are not omnipotent,

They usually have range limitations.

He estimated that Tracy Garcia has been marked when she visited the Hunter’s Association today.

In Leonard’s hand, there was still the artifact poker card from the previous diviner who was tracking him. He had been discovered in the same way before, so he had experience now.

Having confirmed this, Leonard no longer continued to hide.

He stealthily approached in the darkness.

The enemy had already split up, but he only followed the group with the guy who had the problematic glasses.

Tracy was running at full speed, probably for fear that the target would escape from the tracking range, and the trackers from the Golden Oak were also chasing after her at full speed.

The tracking team were typically good at close combat, they could run and chase.

First tier individuals generally can’t run as fast as those of the second tier.

The team was stretched out long.

So far, eight people have been seen, four in a team.

Leonard was hanging at the end of the team, then while running a wolf shadow quickly pounced from the dark alley to one at the end of the team.

A body then quietly appeared in the alley.

Werewolves are inherently proficient in sneak attacks.

The field agents of Golden Oak are generally recruited from the Hunter’s, and their abilities are far inferior to those of the noble army.

In these pitch-black, complicated alleys, it was easy for him to kill an ordinary first-tier individual.

The people in front were anxious to chase the targets and did not realize that their team was losing members.

Running and running, the four were reduced to two.

The second-tier leader finally realized the anomaly. When he turned around, a ferocious werewolf was viciously pouncing towards him.

It was only after such a long chase that this person realized that the opponent had accomplices, and he hurriedly dodged.

Even so, his suit was scratched with deep bloody scratches.

Without rare equipment or some special means, the difference between the second and first tier in Leonard’s eyes, is merely that the former is harder to subdue.

A second-tier card master’s curse protective barrier will be stronger and can easily withstand special bullets.

But with the Plague Scalpel, breaking the defense is instantaneous.

The second-tier individual still wanted to resist based on his tier status.

However, in the face of absolute strength, all techniques seemed frivolous.

Speed was also suppressed, and escape was impossible.

In order to end the fight as quickly as possible, Leonard’s attack was simple and brutal. He seized the opportunity to fiercely pounce and used ground wrestling techniques to immobilize the opponent, and then wreaked havoc at will.

Although he also received a lot of punches, his scalpel was aimed at vital spots each time.

Exchanging injuries, Leonard was definitely in the advantageous position.

The second-tier person had no time to struggle, a few stabs at the neck, and he was killed on the spot.

Leonard looked at the body on the ground, only then realizing that the problem wasn’t with the glasses.

Instead, this guy had a prosthetic eye.

[Tracker’s Eyeball]

Detailed Explanation: Level I ancient artifact; made from the eyeball of an Abyssal Eye Beast, implanted creature weaponry; the evil eye can absorb the biological samples of the target, and the eyeball can point the direction of the target within a 1-2 kilometer range.

“So it was this thing…”

Leonard looked at the prosthetic eye with a mouth and his eyelid twitched inexplicably.

Another strange and unusual artifact.

Biological samples would be things like hair, nails, etc.

Tracy’s house certainly wasn’t short of such items.

But to eat it from the eye?…

Although this item was quite effective for tracking, he would never choose to implant it in his own eyes.

Having solved the tracking issue, Leonard finally let out a sigh of relief.

He tidied up the scene a little bit, not forgetting that there was still a group of trackers on Tracy’s side.

Following the noise and chasing after them, he saw Tracy being chased by a few men in suits without any sense of direction.

Before either side could react, a large werewolf came into the scene as swift as lightning.

Leonard quickly dealt with a few first-tier agents at a lightning speed, then continued to chase the second-tier one.

Since his arrival, the situation had immediately become one-sided.

Looking at the majestic and powerful werewolf, Tracy was stunned.

When she hadn’t reacted, it seemed like she didn’t need to run anymore?

It took her quite a while to realize that the werewolf should be Leonard.

After all, she had seen his partial beast transformation before.

But she was also doubtful.

Because in her impression, wasn’t Mr. Leonard Churchill a recent first-tier individual?

What was the deal with him chasing and gnawing at a second-tier card master?…