Chapter 70: Is Someone Talking About Me?
A piercing scream reverberated from within a residential building located in a nondescript neighborhood.
The front door remained securely locked, the interior of the house teeming with an imposing group of suit-clad men.
“Ah, a ghost tamer. Your kind are as common as muck — half human, half ghost. Ethan, you’re far from the worst,” remarked a steely young man, wielding a baton with an air of cool detachment. He was addressing Ethan, a ghost tamer chained to the floor, his limbs cruelly secured with nails.
“Do you think I’m unfamiliar with dealing with humans? I might lack the nerve or the knack for dealing with ghosts, but people? That’s my game,” he added, his gaze boring into Ethan who lay on the ground, blood seeping from his wounds.
“Where is the ghost you trapped at the mall? Is it with this Miles character?”
“I won’t divulge anything. And if you’re feeling brave, try extracting the ghost from within me,” Ethan retorted from his prone position.
Though imbued with the power to command ghosts, Ethan was vastly inferior when it came to dealing with his own kind. Currently incapacitated, chained, and nailed to the ground, he was completely at their mercy. The chains and nails binding him were an amalgam of steel and gold, designed specifically to subdue a ghost tamer like him.
“Of what use is the ghost within you? It’s the item I want. Even if you keep your mouth shut, Miles will not. Once I have confirmation, you’re a goner. Knowing you, I’m quite sure you wouldn’t entrust something so precious to a novice,” the young man, who was himself a ghost tamer, coldly intoned.
This detached individual, known as Writing, was the mastermind behind the operation.