"It hurts..."
The shock coursing back and forth through her body made Jack, kneeling on one knee on the ground, let out a bewildered cry.
"It hurts, Mommy..."
That pitiful appearance was enough to stir anyone's sympathy.
Clutching her arm, Jack raised her head and looked ahead.
There, Fang Li held Moon Blade in hand, his expression utterly calm as he slowly approached Jack.
Jack could feel it.
An astonishing killing intent emanated from Fang Li.
"Why...?"
Looking at Fang Li like this, Jack murmured softly.
"Why are you hurting me... hurting us...?"
The most famous Killer Demon in history questioned Fang Li like that.
"We can tell, you know?"
"You're one of us..."
The grotesque Killer Demon spoke those words.
That was right.
Fang Li and Jack were the same kind.
Because they were both Killer Demons.
It was not a matter of status, but of essence.
Some people were destined from birth to be different.
That difference could take many forms.
People called it talent.
And Fang Li and Jack were both born Killer Demons.
For these two, there was no skill greater than killing.
That was what being "the same kind" meant.
Yet Fang Li denied it.
"Don't lump me together with you."
Standing before Jack, Fang Li looked down at the young girl and spoke indifferently.
"Maybe, for people like us, killing really is something we can do without changing expression, something we can even do better than anyone else."
But Fang Li and Jack were different.
"Some treat killing as a job. Some treat it as entertainment. Some see it as an indispensable way of life. Others regard it as sin, evil, and the greatest of evils, yet still continue doing it because they have no choice."
"I may be good at killing—good enough to