Killing Trap

Sometimes, a person would do certain things in their lifetime for reasons that made no sense at all.

For instance, at this moment, Zhang Tie did not know why, but as he looked at the woman before him—at that face so much like Teacher Daina's, and the intense hope in her eyes—he felt an urge not to let her suffer any harm. Just now, it had been that very impulse in his heart that had made him act, even though he knew that once he stepped in, he might be inviting trouble.

Just as the woman had said, although she had survived this ordeal, who knew whether even greater danger might be waiting for her ahead?

"All right, I accept your request. But let me make one thing clear: I'll only be responsible for protecting your personal safety. I won't take the initiative to kill for you. I'm a Prospector, not an assassin, and I won't stay by your side for long!"

"I guarantee you won't regret the decision you made today!" The woman gave Zhang Tie a deep look, her alluring red lips parting again. "Then, young Prospector, how should I address you?"

"My name is Peter Humphreys. You can call me Peter!" Zhang Tie naturally gave the alias he had prepared.

As they spoke, Kita had already carefully inspected the corpses around them.

"Madam, I think you should come take a look!" Kita stood before the headless corpse of the horse-faced man, his expression grave, and beckoned the woman over. Hearing him, the woman took out a handkerchief and covered her mouth and nose, carefully stepping over the corpses and bloodstains on the road as she approached Kita. Zhang Tie followed as well.

Kita had cut open the clothes on the headless corpse with his knife and turned