Bologue leapt onto the high corridor, joyfully releasing the chains, the heavy iron locks falling to the ground in a heap.
The raid was already half-won, now they just needed to kill these two guys to secure the other half.
As his first mission execution, tonight's raid was exceptionally significant for Bologue.
Like some of those twisted killers often mentioned in the newspapers, each time they succeeded, they would take something from their target as a keepsake, sometimes hair, sometimes teeth, and even a section of finger bone.
For a fleeting moment, Bologue really considered whether he should pick up something to take back as a souvenir.
Of course, this thought lasted only a few seconds; as an expert, he wouldn't let his focus drift to other places before finishing the job, especially not on such inexplicable things.
Looking at the writhing darkness on the other end, the Shadow Beast was coiling around David like the armor of shadows.
