Hannibal was in a lot of pain now.
He really didn't want to kill Du Wei, but he found himself being chased and shot at by Du Wei.
Yet, those bullets that should have been useless against him were mysteriously able to cause him harm. It made no sense whatsoever.
Apart from the few Evil Spirit Flintlocks held by the church, there were no such firearms in the world that had any effect on Evil Spirits.
He knew this had to do with that Coin.
But still...
Suddenly, Hannibal felt that there was something seriously wrong with his fellow kind.
Compared to him, he might as well have been a normal human being.
What kind of hunter carried so many Evil Spirits with them?
Once things went south, you wouldn't even know how you died.
He ran,
Turning his head back to look at the man chasing after him.
Thud...
The response was another bullet.
Blood splattered as his left shoulder was shot again.
