As the branch manager of Funeral Society in Forest City, Hayden Ow wasn't a person that lived a comfortable life that enjoyed luxurious treatments.
The moment he joined Funeral Society, Hayden Ow spent his life training and in battle.
More than a decade of battle experience caused him to not turn around and check what it was, instead he leaped in front while at the same time reaching out to his gun with his hand.
Bang, Bang Bang!
He reached out to the gun that he holstered beneath his armpit, he fired it repeatedly without even aiming.
The bullets were shot through his coat as muzzle flashes lit up relentlessly.
The figure that appeared behind Hayden Ow fell to the ground after the gunshots but…
After the figure fell, it struggled and climbed up again.
Its grayish face was rotten, its eyes were dried out and were filled with puss.
Its body neglected the bullets fired and kept staggering forward.
