Eric Bennett said solemnly.

Chapter 2: The Monster Becomes an Immortal

"Monster? Hmph!"

The officer Owen Clark of the infantry battalion under the Nine Gates Governor looked at the chained servant in front of him and snorted with great disdain.

He certainly knew what kind of people these servants were. Five servants failed to protect their master and even let their master’s corpse be exposed on the street. As long as they could escape punishment when they returned, it wouldn’t matter if they ran into a monster or even the Jade Emperor himself. But the problem was, the one who died was a member of the Plain Yellow Banner. The Nine Gates Governor, Kaiyinbu, was from the Plain Yellow Banner, and with just one order, all of them as subordinates would be running their legs off.

"Damn it, you dog servant, have you found them or not?"

Thinking of this, he became furious, lashed the servant on the back with a whip, and shouted.

"Master, this servant..."

The servant let out a miserable scream, trembling as he started to speak, but suddenly stared at the roadside.

"Master, it’s that little bitch!"

Ignoring the pain on his back, he cried out in alarm.

Up ahead, in the fine drizzle, a slender figure with her head down was hurrying along, holding a small bundle in her hand.

Owen Clark gave a sinister smile.

He immediately called over a subordinate and whispered a few words. The subordinate turned around, grabbed a passerby, flashed the infantry battalion’s badge, and, under the terrified gaze of the passerby, quickly stripped off his robe and put it on. Then he tossed the hat and waist saber to his companion and quickly followed the target, while Owen Clark and the others kept their distance and followed behind.

They soon arrived at Eric Bennett’s hiding place.

Lacking experience in such matters, Little Grace looked nervously to both sides several times before quickly ducking into the woods. The soldier hiding behind quickly turned back and made a hand gesture to Owen Clark, who immediately led a dozen soldiers forward, splitting into three groups to encircle them.

"Master, please change into these clothes first!"

Little Grace took out a set of old long robes she had just bought from a pawnshop and helped Eric Bennett change into them. Then she produced a melon cap with a fake braid attached. In these times, pawnshops basically played the role of black markets—if you had money, there was nothing they wouldn’t sell. Eric Bennett had taken a tea set from that supermarket and had her pawn it, not only getting these things but also a few taels of silver in change.

Eric Bennett looked gloomily at himself, then pulled over the fake braid, his expression growing even more melancholy.

"Master, here’s the remaining silver."

Little Grace handed him the silver.

"You keep it!"

Eric Bennett said.

As soon as he finished speaking, suddenly figures flashed before his eyes and shouts rang out. Owen Clark appeared in his line of sight with six Qing soldiers.

Without the slightest hesitation, Eric Bennett swiped through the air, and a window instantly appeared. Just as the first Qing soldier rushed up, a fire extinguisher appeared in his hand. With a casual swing, he blocked the incoming saber. Before the opponent could react, he had already pulled the safety pin and sprayed at the soldier and the charging Owen Clark.

He was in luck—it was a dry ice extinguisher.

The ultra-low temperature foam instantly engulfed the two unlucky men, freezing, suffocating, blinding, terrifying—a mix of sensations made them suddenly scream. Owen Clark, who was directly facing the nozzle, even began to feel dizzy.

"Some kind of sorcery!"

The Qing soldiers behind screamed and instinctively retreated. Clearly, they were still full of fear toward supernatural powers.

At the same time, Eric Bennett tossed the fire extinguisher back through the window, grabbed a fire axe, and dragged Little Grace as he turned and ran.

The other two groups of Qing soldiers were a step too late and failed to block them. After wiping the foam from his face, Owen Clark felt a bit better. Seeing his subordinates still in shock, he shouted, "What are you waiting for? After the monster runs, be careful the Governor chops your heads off!"

The Qing soldiers mustered their courage and gave chase.

Eric Bennett dragged Little Grace out of the woods. Just then, an officer on horseback happened to be passing by on the road ahead. Without hesitation, he swung the axe flat at him. Unexpectedly, the officer reacted quickly, leaning back sharply, but unfortunately failed to dodge the tip of the axe, which hooked onto the insignia on his official robe.

"Get down, you!"

Eric Bennett shouted, yanking hard and pulling him straight off the horse.

He immediately lifted Little Grace onto the horse. As Owen Clark and the others rushed out, he mounted as well, then used the fire axe to give the horse a hard whack on the rump. The rather tall steed neighed and reared up, seemingly wanting to resist, but as soon as the sharp axe tip jabbed it, all thoughts of resistance vanished. Neighing, it bolted down the muddy street at full speed.

Eric Bennett knew very well that he couldn’t escape like this. The inner city gates would soon be closed, and then the inner city infantry battalion would launch a citywide manhunt. There would be nowhere to hide—he had to think of another way.

He handed the fire axe to Little Grace in his arms, stretched out his right hand, and kept swiping through the air, searching the elongated window for something that could save him. But unfortunately, it was clearly just a road with little traffic, a few shops and pedestrians along the side—nothing useful could be found.

"Master, there are soldiers ahead!"

Little Grace suddenly cried out in alarm.

Eric Bennett immediately looked up. He was at a crossroads, and dozens of Qing cavalry had already appeared on the opposite side, each waving their sabers, scaring the unlucky passersby to quickly hide to the sides.

He hurriedly pulled the horse’s head to the right.