A pampered, middle-aged man and a seventeen-year-old youth, his body racked with pain, lunged one after the other for the glass tank that had rolled away into the night—and they reached it at almost the exact same time.
Fu Tailan couldn't grab the glass tank first. Just as Carter's fingertips were about to touch it, he swung his leg and kicked it far away again.
The difference between an ordinary person and a Hunter is revealed in these fleeting, split-second moments.
Carter wasn't an idiot, but he had no combat experience and absolutely no time to think.
So, naturally, he didn't realize there was no need to panic. The best thing he could have done was shoot Fu Tailan in the head as he lunged closer.
The residents' tank was a benefit granted to Carter by the "1998 Nest Humanitarian Act." Even if Fu Tailan stole it, he couldn't use it. Besides, all he had to do to activate it was call out a resident's name—so why did he need to be holding it?
