The vague gaze did not disappear, but Qin Ran walked out of the shadow.

"I found you."

Qin Ran said coldly.

Then, without waiting for the advanced evil spirit to react, he raised his hand and shot him.

Bang!

[Armor Piercing Bullet] was shot out from [python-w2] and passed straight through the chest of the high-level evil spirit.

The high-level evil spirit who was pierced by a special bullet fell to the ground in shock.

what happened?

who I am?

Why am I here?

2567 Did you get the script wrong?

We are from the same group!

Countless questions surged into the hearts of the high-level evil spirit like a tide, but before the high-level evil spirit could figure out what was going on, Qin Ran, who walked in front of it, raised his gun again.

This time.

Positioned at the forehead.

Bang!

The high-level evil spirit whose head was blown away disappeared without a trace.

Qin Ran stopped in place, as if he was looking for something, but then his frown when he left seemed to tell everyone that he had not gained anything.

Just about half a minute after Qin Ran left, the high-level evil spirit appeared again.

Its face was slightly pale and glanced at the direction where Qin Ran left, with a hint of fierce and malice in his eyes, but more of it was panic.

And in the heart?

If it received Qin Ran's new mission again, if it was not bound by the contract, it would definitely spit out Qin Ran's saliva.

What does not mean to show the truth?

What does it mean that I should maximize my ‘immortal’ characteristics?

Excuse!

All excuses!

You just think I'm cheap and easy to use!

Otherwise, why not those guys?

The deep complaint in my heart did not hinder the high-level evil spirit from leaving slightly slow.

However, just as the high-level evil spirit was about to hide into the alley, a sound suddenly sounded.

"Sir, please wait."

...

Qin Ran did not go to the bakery near the "Stove Grilled Fish" for breakfast, so he stayed in the hotel for a meal.

“Bak with bread, lettuce barbecue soup.”

Lagron came to Qin Ran’s table with breakfast.

It was said to be breakfast, but it was actually what was left last night. At most, lettuce and barbecue were stewed together to make the so-called lettuce barbecue soup.

But Qin Ran didn't mind.

In addition to the fact that the food is not rotten, it is also because it is full of portions.

Since Qin Ran moved into the "Stove Grilled Fish", the number of passengers here has been significantly reduced. Apart from Smith and his party, there have been basically no one else.

Simply put, except for the necessary food to leave Smith and the six little girls, everything left is Qin Ran’s.

Therefore, Qin Ran was in a very good mood.

He took a bite of toast, and a crisp sound popped up in his mouth. Then, a bite of thick soup, mixed with the heavy feeling of barbecue, immediately spread on the tip of his tongue. Without a spoon, Gudong and Gudong swallowed, Qin Ran increased the inclination of the bowl, allowing all the lettuce and barbecue grains in the bowl to enter his mouth.

Qin Ran squinted his eyes comfortably and started chewing them in big mouthfuls.

From beginning to end, Lagron stared at Qin Ran.

When he saw that Qin Ran didn't mind the 'leftovers', he immediately muttered in his heart: "I'm not, and my habits are the same."

The witch hunter is an extremely special group.

They don't care about so-called glory, they wander in the dark and hunt monsters, and they also maintain a very hard habit.

The park benches and the tunnels under the bridge can all be their place to stay.

For food, we maintain the habit of not giving up as long as it is not deteriorated in the true sense.

Perhaps, others also maintain this habit.

But after having the strength of the witch hunter, such a habit is difficult to guarantee.

This is a very objective reality.

In a dark and monster-ridden world, powerful strength will gain conveniences far beyond ordinary people’s imagination, including but not limited to money and status.

The goal that ordinary people pursue throughout their lives is to be obtained by waving their hands.

With this premise, some things naturally change.

Apart from the witch hunter, Lagron has never seen anyone with similar strength to Qin Ran, and he still maintains this simple living habit.

Therefore, he became more and more convinced that Qin Ran should have something to do with the witch hunter.

"A few more."

Qin Ran said.

"OK."

Lagron picked up the plate and walked into the kitchen quickly. In his heart, the hotel owner encouraged himself: "You must be a descendant or disciple of a guy. I will definitely find clues left by him. You will definitely be shocked by me."

While Lagron served breakfast for Kiran one after another, Smith walked down from the room upstairs with six little girls, including Shaya.

"Good morning, sir."

After greeting Qin Ran politely, the six little girls sat on the dining table beside Qin Ran. Smith, who was used to being silent, nodded and sat aside with the little girls.

At this moment, Smith had already pretended to be normal as much as possible as he had written on the note. He should neither deliberately avoid nor approach him. He should do whatever he should do according to his own habits.

The breakfast atmosphere did not become lively with Smith and his party joining.

Qin Ran is not used to speaking during meals, so he is more willing to taste the delicious food quietly.

Smith's acquired silence will not speak out actively.

And those little girls were all well-behaved and sensible without making any additional noises.

“It’s really…”

The hotel owner holding his shoulders leaned on the bar, looking at the scene in front of him, subconsciously trying to evaluate something, but suddenly he came back to his senses and quickly swallowed the words he said.

He knew very well that if he really said it, there would be nothing wrong with Smith, but those children would definitely not be able to stand it.

"A bastard who is forgetful."

The hotel owner gently slapped himself in the mouth and walked straight out of the hotel. After a while, when he came back again, he was already carrying enough hot milk and pastries in his hand.

“Eat while it’s hot.”

Looking at the little girls' guarded and vigilant eyes, the hotel owner shrugged and returned to his position.

He had already expected such a result.

Not surprising.

However, the next scene surprised the hotel owner.

Because Shaya actually handed it to Qin Ran with a glass of milk.

"Thanks."

Qin Ran nodded and signaled.

Seeing Qin Ran picking up the cup and drinking it all, the hotel owner pursed his lips, hummed with disdain, and subconsciously lit a cigarette. The match had already ignited. The boss thought of something and immediately extinguished the match and put the cigarette in his hand back into the cigarette box.

Then, after thinking about it, he threw the cigarette box into the trash can next to it.

And he turned around and jingled something in the bar.

A moment later, a sign that prohibited smoking was hung in the hall of the "Stove Grilled Fish". Of course, the words on it were written in a rude manner.

So much so that Baker, who had just walked in, widened his eyes and looked carefully for a long time before he realized what it meant.

“Smoking is also prohibited in hotels?”

The young members of the special operations team muttered in a low voice, which immediately attracted the bad gaze of the hotel owner. The young man immediately scratched his head with a smirk.

Then, he quickly walked towards Qin Ran.

He didn't forget what he did today.
Chapter completed!