Damn Lorenzo, just thinking about him pissed Buscalo off, as if all the misfortunes began from then.
"I'm not you! The great writer, I'm a doctor, a damned doctor! The most dangerous weapon I've used is a scalpel!"
Buscalo growled lowly, he had indeed tried just now, but he didn't even know how to use firearms.
Oscar was indifferent, raising his sword, pointing at the Demon, and then the end of the misty rain.
"Buscalo, your wife is at the end of this street, right?"
Hearing this, Buscalo's heart skipped a beat.
"No one will save you forever... Next, we all have missions to do, which are far more important than saving a few citizens. You might have to walk the last path by yourself. So without us, what would you do?"
Oscar squinted his eyes, not sure if he was observing Buscalo or wary of the bleeding Demon slowly approaching.
