"Original Sect Priest?"
Brian probed.
The wind-blown woman on the street shook her head, "Those are just cannon fodder to draw away the Night Demon Organization. Enough talk, if I weren't fond of keeping my food's blood boiling, I'd really rather not waste words with people."
As the sound of her voice fell,
she chewed the gum, which she had been chewing for who knows how long, and it actually flew towards Brian with the sound of breaking air.
Brian's pupils narrowed, and his figure flashed, dodging behind a sculpture.
With a muffled thud,
the stone sculpture was surprisingly dented by the piece of gum, and it wobbled incessantly.
"Eh~"
Seeing how quickly Brian dodged,
the woman was not surprised but delighted: "I didn't expect just picking up a shipment would lead me to such quality prey like you..."
Brian peeked out again, curiously examining the pit on the sculpture and even touched the wad of gum.
This touch made him realize something was wrong.
