Cassius glanced down. The black tattoo beneath the man's neck dispersed like mist, vanishing without a trace. Blood continued to flow from his neck. A shoe crushed the cigarette underfoot, snuffing out its flame.0

"Smoking is bad for your health," Cassius muttered, averting his gaze as his sharp, hawk-like eyes scanned his surroundings. Within a hundred meters, he could spot even the slightest movement, yet he found no trace of the enemy. 0

Pondering for a moment, Cassius inspected the man—or rather, the headless corpse. Within seconds, he had a rough guess. While the man was merely an ordinary human and not a dark creator, dark essence lingered around him. Resorting to firearms suggested desperation.0

Was it a test? A warning? Cassius slowly stood up, retreating four or five steps to avoid staining his shoes with the spreading pool of blood.0

The man had mentioned a place earlier—Owl Town, home to the Beiliu County branch of the Black Ops Agency.0

His conversation with Ole replayed in his mind—rumors of a mysterious faction that had been investigating the Beiliu County branch. This man who just offered himself up might have been part of that faction, or perhaps, a pawn on the outermost layer.0

Although he worked with the Agency, Cassius wasn't particularly interested in the conflicts between the two groups; he wasn't their babysitter. The Black Ops Agency, as the official supernatural force...0