A black car sped along the mountain highway.
Not far ahead, there was a small tricycle.
"Faster! A bit faster!"
Inside the car, Master Butcher urged impatiently. He gritted his teeth as he looked at the small tricycle ahead.
He, an esteemed master with countless missions, a veteran of many battles, yet this time, what a disgrace, truly shameful.
The driver nodded, stepped on the gas, and immediately closed the distance.
It seemed like the car was about to crash into the tricycle.
"Hit it!"
Master Butcher said viciously.
To him, even if the kid died, it wouldn't matter; he could still capture the soul and find out the truth.
Even if it had nothing to do with the kid, it wouldn't matter if he died. He had killed many people, one more didn't matter.
The driver nodded again, stepped on the gas, the engine roared, and the speed surged as it headed straight for the tricycle.
