"Is the old house still comfortable?"
Henrik adjusted the collar of the inner lining of his suit jacket within his trench coat as he spoke casually.
"Oh, don't misunderstand, I'm just concerned it might not be well, which would prevent me from repaying your favor."
"Anyway, I'm grateful." Lann nodded at him and said, "The house is fine, Mark just moved out, how bad could it be?"
After a brief conversation, Henrik turned around, his eyes between the mask and the triangular hat gazing at the increasingly dim and gloomy sunset.
He retrieved his Hunter's Firearm from beneath his coat and loaded it with mercury bullets while speaking.
"How about you? Become a Hunter?"
The 'click' of the gun loading naturally carried a cold, hard killing intent.
But neither Lann nor Henrik seemed to mind this sound.
"I am indeed a Hunter of Yan'an now."
Saying that, Lann also pulled out the documents Maria had given him and flashed them briefly.
