The faintly discernible gaze didn't go away, but Kieran walked out from the shadows.
"Found you."
Kieran said coldly.
Before Bloody Mary could react, Kieran raised his gun and fired.
Bang!
[Armor Piercing Bullet] was fired out by [Python-W2] and it went through Bloody Mary's chest.
Bloody Mary fell to the ground in shock after the special bullet penetrated its body.
'What happened?
Who am I?
Why am I here?
Did you get the wrong script, 2567?
We are on the same side! '
Countless questions gushed into Bloody Mary's heart like a rising tide, but before it could figure out what was going on, Kieran walked up to it and raised his gun again.
This time.
He aimed at its forehead.
Bang!
Bloody Mary, whose head was blown off, vanished without a trace.
Kieran stood on the spot, as if he was searching for something, but when he left, he frowned, telling everyone that he didn't get anything.
Half a minute after Kieran left, Bloody Mary appeared again.
Its face was slightly pale as it glanced at the direction where Kieran left. Its eyes had a sense of vicious malicious intent, but more than that, it was panic.
In its heart?
Bloody Mary had received a new mission from Kieran, and if it wasn't for the contract, it would have spat saliva all over Kieran's face.
'What do you mean you didn't tell me to show the truth?'
'What do you mean I should maximize my' immortal 'characteristic?'
'Excuses!
All excuses!
You just think I'm cheap and useful!
Otherwise, why didn't you use those bastards? '
The criticism in its heart didn't stop Bloody Mary from moving away in a slow manner.
However, just as Bloody Mary was about to enter the alleyway, a voice sounded.
"Sir, please wait a moment."
…
Kieran didn't go to the bakery near Stove-grilled Fish for breakfast, he stayed at the hotel instead.
"Toast, roasted lettuce soup."
Lagren brought the breakfast to Kieran's table.
Although it was called breakfast, it was actually leftovers from last night. At most, the lettuce and roasted meat were stewed together to make the so-called roasted lettuce soup.
But Kieran did not mind.
Apart from the fact that the food didn't spoil, it was also because the portion was ample.
Ever since Kieran checked into Stove-grilled Fish, the number of guests had decreased drastically. Other than Smith and his group, there was basically no one else.
In simple words, other than the necessary food for Smith and the six little girls, everything else belonged to Kieran.
Therefore, Kieran was in a pretty good mood.
He took a bite of the toast, and a crisp sound immediately came from his mouth. Then, he took a mouthful of soup, and the thick broth mixed with the grilled meat immediately spread on the tip of his tongue. There was no need for a spoon. As he swallowed, Kieran increased the tilt of the bowl, allowing all the lettuce and grilled meat in the bowl to enter his mouth.
Kieran squinted his eyes in satisfaction and chewed with big mouthfuls.
From the start to the end, Lagren was staring at Kieran.
When he saw Kieran didn't mind the leftovers at all, Lagren muttered in his heart, "How dare you say you aren't one, your habits are all the same."
Monster Hunters were a very special group of people.
They didn't care about the so-called glory. They wandered in the dark and hunted monsters, and they also maintained a rather simple lifestyle.
The benches in the park, the tunnels under the bridges, all of them could be their shelter.
As for food, as long as it didn't really go bad, they would never give it up.
Maybe the others also maintained the same lifestyle.
However, after attaining the strength of a Monster Hunter, it was hard to maintain such a lifestyle.
It was a very objective reality.
In a world filled with darkness and monsters, powerful strength would grant one convenience far beyond common people's imagination, including but not limited to money and status.
The goals that common people pursued for their whole life were within reach for those with strength.
With such a premise, some things naturally changed.
Other than the Monster Hunters, Lagren had never seen anyone with the same strength as Kieran and still maintained such a simple lifestyle.
Therefore, he was even more certain that Kieran had something to do with the Monster Hunters.
"Three more servings, please."
Kieran said.
"Okay."
Lagren took the trays and quickly went to the kitchen. In his heart, Lagren was encouraging himself, "You must be someone's descendant or disciple, I will find the traces he left behind and you will be shocked by me."
While Lagren was serving breakfast to Kieran, Smith brought Saya and the other six girls down from the room upstairs.
"Good morning, sir."
The six girls greeted Kieran politely and sat at the table beside Kieran. Smith, who was used to being quiet, nodded and sat beside the girls.
Smith was acting normally like what was written on the note. He didn't purposely avoid or get close to Kieran, just follow his own habits and do what he should do.
The atmosphere of the breakfast didn't get livelier because of Smith and the others.
Kieran wasn't used to talking during meals, he preferred to enjoy the delicious food quietly.
Smith's acquired silence wouldn't take the initiative to speak either.
The little girls, on the other hand, were all well-behaved and sensible, and did not make any extra noises.
"Really …"
Lagren leaned on the bar counter with his arms crossed, looking at the scene before him. He instinctively wanted to say something, but he quickly swallowed his words when he came back to his senses.
He knew if he said it out loud, Kieran and Smith would be fine, but the girls wouldn't be able to take it.
"What an oblivious bastard."
Lagren slapped himself lightly and walked out of the hotel. A moment later, when he came back, his hand was filled with warm milk and pastries.
"Eat it while it's hot."
Lagren shrugged and returned to his seat when he saw the cautious and vigilant gazes from the girls.
He had expected this outcome.
It wasn't surprising.
However, what happened next shocked Lagren greatly.
Saya handed a glass of milk to Kieran.
"Thank you."
Kieran nodded.
Lagren pouted when he saw Kieran finish the milk in a single gulp. He pretended to be disdainful and wanted to light up a cigarette, but the match was already lit. Lagren suddenly thought of something, extinguishing the match and putting the cigarette back into the box.
Then, after some thought, he threw the cigarette box and the box into the trash can beside him.
He then turned around and knocked something on the bar counter.
A while later, a 'No Smoking' sign was hung in the lobby of Stove-grilled Fish. The words on the sign were messy and messy.
Becker, who just walked in, widened his eyes and looked at the sign for a long time before he realized what it meant.
"Even the hotel bans smoking?"
The young Spec Ops member muttered softly, instantly attracting Lagren's unfriendly gaze. The young Spec Ops member scratched his head with an embarrassed smile.
He then quickly walked towards Kieran.
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