White Wolf was still the same White Wolf. Even reduced to a mere skin, his short, stocky figure remained just as coarse, his vicious face shrouded in the darkness on the floor, looking uglier still in the gunfire.
No one could see through that skin to know that its owner had actually been a good man, loyal and kindhearted.
Wei Jiande's heart skipped a beat when he saw White Wolf.
Back when he had gone from Branch No. 1 to Branch No. 9, White Wolf had been the first person he met, the first person he befriended, and the one who had helped him all along the way.
And the person he had heartlessly abandoned to die had also been White Wolf.
A man with such a fierce face and such a kind heart should never have met this end, and so Wei Jiande felt guilty.
But this was the second time. Holding the Sin Object White Wolf had left behind, he fired a second shot, hitting White Wolf squarely in that vicious face.
The face burst like a splash of water, its destruction mingling with the shattering floor tiles in a single gunshot. It had been blasted apart for the second time.
Wei Jiande's heart twisted in agony, but in the second flash of gunfire, he saw that the black leather boot on his broken right foot had turned into a bright red women's leather shoe.
He had never seen this shoe before. It looked much like the low-heeled shoes middle-aged women had worn in the last century, the kind that clacked as they walked. He remembered that his wife had once owned a similar pair.
At that thought, Wei Jiande's gaze began to change. He stopped paying attention to White Wolf's shattered remains, set his right foot against