Some say he is a rat in the sewers, others say he dies upon encountering light.
But Devlin does not care.
He knows that only the living have the right to point fingers.
The dead have no say.
If he really did as everyone hoped, openly stepping forward.
He would likely be quickly forgotten.
The dead can only appear in everyone's memories.
Only by living can one become a nightmare.
"The Eagle wants to kill you." Granny Xihua followed behind Devlin with a golden staff.
"I saved him."
Devlin pulled out a cigarette from his bosom, about to light it.
Snap!
Granny Xihua slapped it away, knocking the cigarette out of his hand.
"Mind your health. Without the Longevity Pills, and just relying on your daughter's blood, you won't live long."
As she spoke, her face was completely expressionless.
