The bullet collided with the right wing, but instead of being deflected as before, the runes on the bullet emitted a blinding white light. The entire wing buckled, and Wilson was knocked back several meters, struggling to keep his balance.
Due to the impact of the anti-demon bullet, the right wing was temporarily immobilized, and the left wing had already completed three attacks, retracting as it did so!
Seizing this rare opportunity, Wen Wen swiftly followed the retracting wing, closing the distance to Wilson. He slammed his palm against Wilson's head, causing him to instantly lose consciousness and collapse to the ground.
With that done, the right wing regained its freedom. Wen Wen jumped up and perched himself on a ceiling beam.
Although these metal wings usually had a wide attack range, with Wilson unconscious, the most flexible part of the wings was pinned under him. Now, the wings could only attack targets close to the ground, unable to reach Wen Wen on the beam!
"Oh? Even when the host is unconscious, these wings remain so active... but it won't help them much."
While carefully observing the movement of the metal wings, Wen Wen loaded his revolver with bullets one by one. This time, all the bullets were anti-demon rounds!
Since the anti-demon bullet could paralyze the metal wings, Wen Wen planned to use these bullets to find a way to separate Wilson from the wings!
Just as Wen Wen was about to start shooting, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of dread. He quickly turned his head, and then came the deafening roar.
Wen Wen's hand, which was holding the gun, suddenly twisted back, and he fired a shot at his own head!
The anti-demon bullet grazed the area just above Wen Wen's ear, leaving a gruesome wound, with the nearby skin scorched by the bullet's high temperature.
"What the hell is happening…"
Before Wen Wen could figure out what was going on, his foot suddenly slipped, causing him to lose his balance and fall from the beam!
Wen Wen's entire body tensed, and he quickly pushed off the ground with both hands, springing back up like a coiled spring and grabbing onto the beam.
Just at that moment, one of the metal wings slashed through where he had just been standing, impaling the warehouse's door. If Wen Wen hadn't reacted in time, he would have been skewered by the wing.
As the wing retracted, it tore down the thin metal door, revealing a man in a red waistcoat and white face paint, awkwardly standing at the entrance, his hat sliced off by the wing.
Wen Wen stared at the man with heightened vigilance, already planning his escape.
In just a few seconds, he had encountered two life-threatening dangers, and that was with the man not even directly attacking him. If the man decided to make a move, Wen Wen would have a hard time defending himself.
"My body's strange behavior earlier must be due to this man's ability. This is very dangerous… And how did he return so quickly?"
Wen Wen crouched back on the beam, making slight movements with his hands and feet to keep them active. That way, if any part of his body lost control again, he could immediately notice and maintain his balance.
Mr. J sighed and took a few steps back. He had originally intended to kill Wen Wen without revealing himself, but now it seemed impossible.
"Curious why I returned so quickly? Heh, I already knew someone was hiding outside, watching us. I thought it was the hunters, but it turns out it was a bloodsucker."
"I wonder why a so-called noble vampire isn't going after the hunters but is instead targeting us."
From Wen Wen's actions and the way his wounds were healing, Mr. J deduced that Wen Wen was a vampire.
His deduction was correct, but Wen Wen, possessing the shelter, was far from a typical vampire.
Hearing Mr. J's question, Wen Wen didn't bother to respond and simply fired a shot at him.
To escape this man's clutches, Wen Wen needed to understand his abilities.
Mr. J grinned, making no effort to dodge. When Wen Wen fired, his wrist involuntarily twisted slightly, and the bullet hit the ground in front of Mr. J.
The bullet struck the concrete, sending small shards of stone flying, some of which hit Mr. J's face, causing his mouth to twitch with irritation.
"Anti-demon bullets, huh? Isn't that something only hunters use?"
Mr. J gave Wen Wen a deep look. "Never mind. Once I catch you, I'll figure out what's going on."
Wen Wen's mind raced, searching for a way out.
This guy had nearly made Wen Wen's body turn on him while standing outside the door, and he likely had other hidden abilities as well.
Meanwhile, even though Wilson was unconscious, his wings still posed a significant threat. Capturing them was no longer feasible.
But... the man was hurt by the debris from the bullet, indicating he wasn't physically strong.
And why did he make sure to stand outside the wings' attack range? Unless... the wings don't distinguish between friend and foe!
After a moment of thought, Wen Wen devised a way to turn the tables. At that moment, his foot twitched again, and he began to fall from the beam.
However, Wen Wen didn't grab onto the beam; instead, he feigned surprise and allowed himself to fall to the ground!
Just as Wen Wen predicted, the metal wings, like a predator smelling blood, shot toward him.
But this time, Wen Wen didn't dodge. The black calamity gloves materialized on his hands, and after brushing them across his chest, he grabbed onto the wing-turned-blade!
The calamity gloves were indestructible, but the metal wings were also incredibly sharp. Wen Wen had refrained from using the gloves earlier, fearing they might get damaged.
But now was not the time for caution—if he didn't grab the wing, he wouldn't be able to escape!
After securing the wing, Wen Wen pulled with all his strength, lifting Wilson and hurling him toward Mr. J, who was standing in front of him!
At the same time, the metal wings, indiscriminate in their attacks, lunged at Mr. J!
Mr. J's face turned pale, and a strange black mist emanated from his body. Within the mist, a vague shadow surrounded him, fending off the metal wings.
Using this moment of distraction, Wen Wen darted through the warehouse's back door and vanished!
Before entering the warehouse, he had already planned his escape route!
A flustered Mr. J watched as Wen Wen slipped away before his eyes, his rage boiling over. The black mist around him surged, temporarily suppressing the metal wings. He then shot a stream of black mist into Wilson's forehead, causing him to wake up instantly.
"You finally woke up, you useless fool!" Mr. J snarled. If Wilson hadn't been knocked out so easily, he could have captured Wen Wen without any trouble.
"Sorry, Mr. J," Wilson muttered, keeping his head down. He was still weak from his previous injuries and the blow that had knocked him out.
Mr. J was about to continue berating Wilson when he suddenly narrowed his eyes and said, "Go hide in the warehouse for now. Don't worry, that guy won't dare come back anytime soon."
After Wilson left, a man in a black high-collared robe emerged from the shadows.