Hao Ren's second encounter with these Demon Hunters was full of drama. After experiencing a surreal battle, they met again under entirely ordinary circumstances: Hao Ren had brought the vampires from his household out to buy things, while the two Demon Hunters were respectively a mobile phone shop clerk and a district manager who looked no different from any other unremarkable office worker. As for what had happened to the two Demon Hunters, no one knew, but they certainly seemed to have no desire to fight anymore.
In an unoccupied corner between the shop and the emergency exit, Ryūsei looked at Hao Ren with a stiff expression that seemed to want to laugh but could not. Then he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. "Here, have a smoke, have a smoke..."
Hao Ren had indeed smoked in the past, but ever since a dog girl with a nose four hundred times more sensitive than a human's had moved into his home, he had quit. "Thanks, but I don't smoke. Still, I didn't expect to run into you under these circumstances. So Demon Hunters really do live among ordinary people..."
Ryūsei lit the cigarette between his lips. Like the most ordinary minor employee stealing a moment during his commute to complain to someone, he glanced around and let out a soft breath. "Aside from learning our skills from our parents when we were young and training under experienced people, I went to a private school like everyone else. I even passed the xiucai examination and nearly became a juren. I taught for a while, worked as a sailor on some of the earliest private steamships in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and some of the oldest Liberation shoes produced decades ago were made when I was a workshop director. Ten years