Suffering...
Torment...
The collision of these two thoughts made Du Wei utterly devastated.
Moreover, this was a mess he had created himself.
Because he felt that this state was wrong.
This shouldn't be him.
"The problem lies with the Evil Spirit part of me..."
Du Wei gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse with pain as he clutched his head and kept moving.
On a rainy night just before dawn, he, like an Evil Spirit, vanished in the blink of an eye, leaving New York nearly a hundred kilometers behind.
When he encountered that middle-aged driver, he actually wanted to kill him.
Without reason.
A complete trampling of life.
Du Wei was no saint, but he wasn't inherently bad, either.
He was an egoist who, when possible, would offer help to others, provided that they had a good relationship with him.
Like Father Tony, like Tom.
Before, he had even wanted to rescue Ryan from Dusk Bell Church.
Because that's what he should have done.
