"Bang!"

The deafening sound of gunfire echoed in the silent ginkgo forest, startling a flock of flying birds.

The fire flickered, the smoke filled the air, and the mithril bullet, with a long tail flame, was like the coming of the god of death, carrying the breath of destruction, and went straight to Reid's heart.

At the critical moment, Aideen suddenly pushed Reid away, and at the same time stretched out his right hand to block Reid.

"Puff!"

With a muffled sound, the mithril bullet accurately hit the palm of Aideen's right hand, penetrated through, and brought a burst of blood.

"Ah!"

Aideen groaned, staggered back, and his face turned pale in an instant. He covered his bloody right hand, his eyes full of pain and anger.

"Teacher!" Reid was horrified. He quickly supported Aideen and asked anxiously, "How are you? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, kid, don't worry." Aideen endured the severe pain, squeezed out a smile, and comforted him. But his pale face and trembling voice could not hide the great pain he was suffering at the moment.

If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement.

Mithril is a highly toxic substance for werewolves. Even a powerful werewolf like Aideen could not resist the erosion of mithril bullets.

"Damn it! I'm going to kill you!" Reid's eyes were bloodshot. He had never been so angry as he was now. He pushed the man in black away, drew the hunting knife from his waist, and pounced on the man in black like a tiger descending from the mountain.

"Hehehe... overestimate your ability!" The man in black sneered. He seemed to be very confident in his mithril bullets and did not take Reid's attack seriously at all. He took out a bullet from his arms calmly and loaded it into the musket slowly.

Reid was extremely fast. He rushed to the black-clad man in a blink of an eye. The hunting knife in his hand, with a fierce murderous aura, slashed towards the black-clad man's throat.

The black-clad man's face changed slightly. He obviously underestimated Reid's speed and strength. He wanted to dodge, but it was too late.

"Swish!"

With a light sound, Reid's hunting knife cut a deep bloody mark on the black-clad man's chest.

"Ah!" The black-clad man screamed and staggered back. He looked down at the shocking wound on his chest, his eyes full of disbelief and fear.

He never thought that he would be injured by a young boy.

"You... you actually..." The black-clad man covered his wound, pointed at Reid, and said in a trembling voice.

"Go to hell!" Reid roared. He would not give the black-clad man any chance to breathe. He raised the hunting knife again, ready to kill this insidious guy.

"Stop!"

At this moment, a majestic voice came from deep in the woods. The voice was not loud, but it was full of irresistible majesty, as if it came from a god in the sky, making people want to worship it.