He gently wiped the crossbow on his arm, his feet remained still, maintaining a cautious distance from the Werewolf on the ground.
"The first day I found the Blacksmith, I had not only nails made but also this weapon, unfortunately it was a bit slow to make, and I only got it the second day, and on the third day... it finally came in handy."
The Werewolf on the ground appeared to be in great pain, its front paws slightly curled, gasping intermittently from its throat.
Hans looked at her, sighing heavily.
"Why didn't you listen to my advice before the game began? If only you had surrendered, how good that would have been. Then Dim wouldn't have gotten into trouble, and Morin and Brail wouldn't have had to die... Throughout history, humans have always been killing each other, is our nature really that combative? All of this could have been avoided."
Blood silently flowed; Bai Youwei lay limp on the ground, unable to get up.
