"Hello, Mr. Du Wei, my name is Hannibal, and I am a hunter from the Dusk Bell Church."
Looking at the cold-faced man before him, Hannibal's smile remained unchanged, making him appear very gentlemanly.
"However, please don't be nervous, I have no ill intentions toward you."
Right from the start, Hannibal disclosed his identity and purpose, with no intention of concealing anything.
Du Wei was expressionless, "Hello."
His voice was neither cold nor warm, and as for the other person's words, he didn't believe a single one.
A smile is the best way to lower one's guard because it's affable.
The other person's immediate demeanor made Du Wei somewhat unclear about his approach.
Therefore, he chose an ambiguous attitude, neither hostile nor overly enthusiastic.
In fact, a hunter who didn't hold a high regard for the church should be just like that.
But Hannibal took a good look at Du Wei and, narrowing his eyes, he said, "I think we're of the same kind."
"The same kind?"
