The footsteps were slow.
The Bald Man walked toward his target—a man wearing a mask, in the midst of transforming into an "Evil Spirit."
As he walked, he said, "Come, let me end your suffering."
"Every hunter, after death, becomes an Evil Spirit, but you won't have this chance because I brought the Holy Nail. Once it's driven into your heart, you'll be nothing but a corpse, decaying gradually into foul liquid."
"For a hunter, this is your ultimate destination."
Grasping the sharp silver cross Dagger, the Bald Man approached the bastard he despised so much and stabbed directly into his heart.
But when he pulled it out again, there was no blood as he had imagined.
The Bald Man suddenly realized something, and his face turned pale.
But before he could react, he heard a loud bang of a gunshot.
Blood splattered everywhere.
Behind the man wearing the mask, or rather, the Evil Spirit.
Du Wei slowly retracted his handgun, switched on the safety, and put it away.
