"How did you do it?"
The thing speaking was not shy at all; its face was already pressing close to Fu Tailan's.
It was a face that could only be described as "possessing all the requisite features"—beyond that, it was difficult to find a single identifiable characteristic.
From a distance, it was one thing—just a forgettable face. But up close, the part of him that was human, the part that was Fu Tailan, had an uncontrollable urge to put a bullet in it.
'Good thing I'm not carrying a gun.'
After all, getting a close-up look at an untransformed Vulture, one that had maintained its original appearance, was an experience few Hunters ever had. For the first time, Fu Tailan realized that every part of a Vulture's face was in a constant state of vague, fluid motion.
