The Demoness pulled out a ladies' cigarette, her slender fingers pinching the tip as she brought it to her little mouth, lit it, and slightly raised her head, casting a sidelong glance at the Witch Demon. She slowly exhaled dense smoke: "Phew… Old man, killing is killing, but five innocent lives in one night—isn't that a bit too cruel?"
The Witch Demon coldly laughed: "Demoness, anyone can accuse me of being a murderous fiend. But not you. Wasn't it you who single-handedly destroyed the Shadow Demon Anti-Terror Squad back in the day?"
The Demoness's expression didn't change, her eyes carrying a nostalgic look: "Oh, you're referring to that incident. At the time, those American soldiers were raping the local women, shooting civilians. If I had to live it again, I would still choose to kill them."
