"What do we do now? Should we kill him?"
Yuri, with both arms broken, was pinned to the ground by Henrik's knee on his neck as the Old Hunter looked up to Lann for an answer.
The magic tools on him—two slug-like soft creatures—were found and packed by the Old Hunter, along with the mercury bullets and blood vials on him.
Seeing this, the Demon Hunter crouched down as well, reaching out to turn the face of the struggling choir member toward him.
He carefully checked for any signs of beast transformation.
But the result was the same: from appearance, the person seemed perfectly normal.
"Can you talk to me, Yuri?"
Lann asked softly. But the other had no intention of responding, struggling even more fiercely, to the point where the snapped bones in his wrist pierced his skin and stuck out, yet he still refused to stop.
Lann sighed, looking at the madness in his eyes.
With a "crack," Lann twisted his face to the complete opposite direction.
