What's more, from his words. It seemed someone was on his trail, trying to chase after him.
The young man already knew someone would chase after him yet he didn't expect it would be this fast.
"I'll hear it."
"Pay me first, nothing is free."
But he's the one who came all the way here to warn him! Why should the young man pay him instead?
Shouldn't the man be the one who had to pay him? The young man can kill him in an instant, after all.
The young man examined the man and he was serious.
Should the young man pay him like he just said? But that was just ridiculous.
"Is this your goal? Money?"
"No, forget what I said."
Although the young man seemed lost, that only lasted a few moments.
"Someone is already on your trail. It would be only a matter of time before you get caught."
Just like his speculation.
"Why should I trust your words?"
"You don't have to. You can forget my words and our encounter like nothing happened, that's all." The man then left.
If what he said was true, then the young man must act extra carefully.
However, there was a chance his words were false.
One more thing, why did the man tell him all of this?
Thus, can't keep the question in his mind anymore.
"Why are you telling me this?"
The man halted his pace.
"You're the last person of your race. If possible, I don't want you to die, as your race exists to balance the world."
It was safe to assume this man wanted to make use of this young man. The last person of a race that could balance the world.
If this young man died, who can?
The young man was surprised, "you… where did you know that?"
"It doesn't matter where I know it. What matters the most for me is what you're going to do next.
Kill those who hunt you, break the contract, or perhaps run away?
Among these options you have to take, there's the possibility that I might have to take your life."
Which was quite low.
"Is that so? Then, if the end of the day we are going to kill each other. Why don't we fast forward it?" The young man's guard intensified as chains appeared from the thin air.
The very man in front of him had dug up information about him.
This man was dangerous should he let him loose, he must kill him now!
"Going to use violence? Does young people really that fond of it?" The man taunted. As the young man rushed in his way, the man simply stood there.
It was mysterious what expression he was making.
As their distance was about four meters away, the man was still in his position. Not making movements or trying to.
Fortunate or not, depending on your perspective, the young man halted his pace.
Chains clanking and particles of dust were formed as he stopped. The young man examined the man one more time, this time more attentively.
His eyes filled with slight curiosity and wariness toward the man which were prying into his soul. If looks can kill. Perhaps the both of them died more than a hundred times.
Two men silently stared at each other.
Shortly after,
"I still have my pride as a fighter. I won't kill a guy that has no intention to fight. Tch, I hate the kinds like you," he said with his expression of irritation.
The young man then put some distance between them and the man's lips could be seen smiling albeit faint.
"The kind like me? I am anything but a humble and weak specialist."
"You can't fool me, old man. Earlier is more than enough to figure out what kind of person you are.
Able to look through someone's mask and take advantage of them, that is you. Old man."
This kid's sharp, the 'old' man thought to himself.
"Also, humble and weak? Aren't you a good actor?"
Meeting a serial killer was equivalent to commit suicide, moreover, the serial killer could use supernatural power.
Not only was the old man calm, but he also grasped the situation as he intended. The proof of that was making the young man stop his movements from killing him.
As if reading the young man's mind.
The old man chuckled, "an honor to hear a compliment from you." At the same time, he slightly bent his torso forward, bowing.
Anyway, regarding the old man. The young man reconsidered if he was an enemy or not.
For now, he'll ask some questions to know more about him then decide it himself.
"Why is a specialist interested in me?"
The difference between an Anomaly sorcerer and a specialist was barely noticeable. They had lots of similarities.
The key difference here was that, unlike an Anomaly sorcerer whose main task was to kill an Anomaly, a specialist was different.
They were free to do anything they want. Their actions were them to bear. A true freedom one might say.
Some specialists were tasked to kill Anomalies, some to study them, some to protect them and some to,
"You're here to ask my help to balance this city," the young man guessed with squinted eyes.
The young man finally realized, this old man wasn't here to warn him but instead to show the young man his appearance, his existence.
That wasn't his only intention, of course.
The man sighed as one of his intentions was discovered, there was nothing to hide anymore as this had happened.
"Are young people always this sharp? Or that only applies to you?"
No response from the young man.
"Jokes aside, yes. My intention here is to ask of your assistance.
You may already notice this, the city's Anomaly cases are abnormal. Bigger than other big cities around the world," he explained.
"That doesn't have anything to do with me."
"That might be true. However, how about making a deal with me?"
The young man didn't say anything and kept listening.
"According to my information, your current contract is to steal as many people's hearts as possible so a certain person's company grows, correct?"
The young man's guard increased by many points.
"Calm down, I'm not going to stop you. Even if you kill the prime minister and steal his heart, I won't get in your way."
The young man's guard went down as he wondered for a brief moment and asked,
"So you're saying that you're going to offer me a better contract?"
"Correct."
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. End of chapter .
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