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... bow.
A blood-stained silver arrowhead faintly reflected light under the dim moonlight. Something seemed to have been smeared on the metallic surface of the arrowhead.
"It’s those damn hunters, thorny mercury."
The curly-haired man frowned at the continuously bleeding wound.
Meanwhile, a figure in a black trench coat emerged from the shadows. He looked about twenty-five, had a buzz cut, an unruly demeanor, pale skin, and deep blue eyes.
He held a semi-autom ...
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