Several hours later.
An abandoned, wrecked underground basement.
Rex Smith, whose chest was now the home to a large, gory hole, looked at the massive, terrifying werewolf before him, his face etched with horror and disbelief.
He was captured at the base momentarily - he'd thought it was just a hallucination.
But as he observed himself severely wounded by the transformation of this guy into a werewolf, Rex realized the stark gap between them, almost as if it was a significant tier difference.
This was not something mere fighting techniques could compensate for.
He also guessed that this guy was not an ordinary someone.
It was likely him, the assassin who was after Young Master Kane, the one with bounties plastered across pubs.
Leonard Churchill calmly added, "I didn't want to transform. However, when it came to fighting techniques, you were superior. We had a worthwhile fight. As a token of gratitude, I can grant you a quick death."
