Anyway, the blue-eyed hunters were still in a watchful state, having not made contact with the clinic. After all, although the doctors at these clinics were slaughtering dark creatures, their own demeanors were nothing like those of benevolent individuals. The act of massacring the Blood Clan seemed like a monster from the darkness killing another kind of monster. It was like wolves, dangerous carnivores, being killed by tigers, even more superior and dangerous carnivores. Sheep couldn't possibly grow fond of the tiger that killed their enemy, the wolf, to the extent of walking straight into the tiger's jaws.
The blue-eyed hunters were respectfully observing from the shadows, waiting.
In the open courtyard, a man with deep blue eyes and a bearded face walked into the building and quickly came out. He had seen the pitiful state of several lower-ranking members of the Blood Clan, all reduced to skeletons without exception.
