Chapter 106 (2/2)

Hao Ren leapt back and held the MDT out the way one would throw a shuriken. “Keep those claws of yours. I was just asking. Are there no huskies among the werewolves?”

Lily heard that someone was talking about her and she looked on with much anticipation. Vivian too had a curious gleam in her eyes as she eyed the two werewolves. Casar and Ewen Ebben were flabbergasted. They never thought the insulting question was actually a serious one. Casar thought for a moment and shook his head. “Nope, never heard of such a thing before. It’s like how you can’t compare werewolves to your average wolves. I’m surprised that you don’t know about this, Countess.

“I don’t.” Vivian shook her head as well. “I don’t even know when I got that title.”

Casar recalled what the records said about the weirdest vampire countess and he could understand why she was called such. He again dispelled the notion that there were huskies within the line of werewolves.

Upon hearing that, Lily squatted in a corner in despair and started digging the ground to vent her frustrations. Hao Ren quickly went to her side to console her. Casar gave his weird kin a glance and asked, “What’s wrong with her?”

Hao Ren sniggered. “Nothing. Just an identity crisis.”

“…Doesn’t seem like anything,” Ewen Ebben muttered as he pulled Casar to leave. “There’s nothing else, right? Then, we’ll leave…”

Vivian nodded and shooed them away. As the two were about to leave, an odd sound rang out of nowhere.

Clack, clack

The sound of a clockwork device could be heard and an emotionless voice soon rang out from the rooftop. “All of you will remain where you are.”

Hao Ren looked up in astonishment and saw an average-sized man standing on the rooftop, staring down at them. He looked like he was in his 40s. The man was impeccably groomed and dressed, the way you would expect someone of a managerial post would dress. At least, that was the first impression Hao Ren got.

The only unusual thing about him was the steel crossbow that was pointed at them. The weapon itself looked very unusual, with contraptions and patterns adorning the body. He aimed his crossbow towards Casar Ebben’s skull (he was the biggest target after all). A silver-tipped arrow gleamed menacingly.

Hao Ren finally remembered where he saw such a weapon before. The pseudo-demon hunter, Nangong! His crossbow was also of the same design.

“Demon hunters?!” Casar Ebben yelled as he took a step back. A slight ruffle could be heard along the rooftop and seven other figures clad in black appeared on the roof.

Aside from the first person who showed himself, all of the hunters were dressed the same. A long, black jacket with a leather cuirass, belts lined with odd gadgets and the same odd-looking crossbow in their hands. All of them also had a bigger crossbow, which hung on their backs. However, the first similarity Hao Ren caught between them, was their emotionless faces.

Much like a hunter looking for his prey, the demon hunters were on the hunt.