Bang!
The man's body in the trench coat fell to the ground, his face already a blur.
"There's a strange feeling... A Transcendent? Belonging to some secret force? Most likely sent by my dear mentor."
Fang Xing sneered.
Just because he had a guess that there was still a big fish out there, he wasn't bothered to leave any survivors for interrogation.
But for now, searching the corpse was necessary.
He crouched down and searched the trench coat man's body, finding 34 black snakes and 17 rupees, all packed in a silk wallet.
In addition, there was a revolver, also a Black Snake Type Two, looking better maintained than Fang Xing's own gun.
Finally, there were several small bottles.
Fang Xing opened one and sniffed, discovering it was an anaesthetic similar to ether, while another emitted a pungent smell and appeared to be an antidote.
"Members of this mysterious society, so down-to-earth?"
