His eyes, hidden beneath his hood, peered at Wei'en through the rain. "Just wanted to collect some interest before I leave..."
'Leave? Interest?'
Wei'en didn't understand. He turned to Tina beside him and asked, "Is that him?"
"Tina, it's him."
The white-haired girl clung to his leg, the rain soaking one side of her face and the clown doll in her hand.
'Good, as long as it's him. I just upgraded my Magic last night. He'll make for good practice!'
"Stay here. Don't move."
After instructing Tina, Wei'en pulled the trigger and fired a shot.
However, from a hundred meters away, the pistol's power was too weak to have much of an effect.
So he darted forward, closing the distance to the black-robed man, and emptied his pistol's chamber again.
BANG! BANG, BANG...
'Trajectory Control!'
The six bullets carved different trajectories as they flew toward the black-robed man. One curved so widely it actually grazed the head of an observing sailor.
