"Where do you live?" Aferona asked, seemingly drunk.

The hot, sweet aroma of the liquor wafted gently onto the blond man's face, making the liquor in his stomach feel as if it were being ignited.

"Here." The blond man gestured forward and reached out to Loua Ferrona's waist.

Aferona, still seemingly drunk, dodged away, her moist eyes flickering, and laughed, "That's an alley, how come you live there?"

"I'm a bit special."

"I don't believe it."

"There are always some special people in this world who can do things that others cannot."

"Does living in an alley count?"

"No, it happened after we got into the alley."

Aferona chuckled: "You're... amazing?"

"You'll see when you get there." The blond man reached out and hugged him again.

Aferona dodged away, teasingly saying, "Let me see how powerful it is first."

The two walked into the alley and disappeared into the medieval-style streetlights, blending into the night.

The blond man walking in front suddenly felt a chill in his hot body, and quickly held his breath. The next moment, he felt a numbness in his back.

An extremely powerful force slammed into his back.

He stumbled, lost his balance, and braced himself on the ground with his hands.

At the same time, something broke, or as if a wisp of air had been scattered, spreading across his back.

The blond man stood up, turned around, and grinned at Aferona, saying, "You're special too."

“Yes,” Aferona replied with a smile.

The blond man turned his gaze to what had attacked him—a humanoid mass of gray mist, the mist on its "right leg" section gone.

"But, it doesn't seem special enough." The blond man grinned maliciously, exuding a sharp and chilling aura of murderous intent. "A mere wisp of mist, and you dare to come..."

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

Nineteen thick fog clouds blocked the alleyway.

The blond man's sinister smile froze instantly.

Two minutes later, Aferona walked out of the alley, flipping a black identity card in her hand as if it were a room key.

"A man who can't even last two minutes dares to strike up a conversation." She laughed with a contemptuous and amused tone.

She lifted her skirt, placed the identity card into the card holder pressed against her inner thigh, and continued hunting.