Jordan The Hunter PT2
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Hearing the words of Jordan, Chief Jim swallowed hard, and the gun in his hand began to vibrate. Cold sweat trickled down his face, and his heart pounding in his chest.

"So... I'm right. You really are the Hunter?" Chief Jim muttered, his expression a mixture of disbelief and fear.

"So what if I am? Eh? What does it change?" Jordan voiced out.

"What the hell do you mean by that? You have been the one terrorizing this city for the past few months and you stand there asking me questions!" Chief Jim snapped.

"Terrorizing? No, Chief. I was doing the city a favor by getting rid of the pest. This city is like farm land, and I'm the one helping you all clear the weeds and deal with the pests in it." Jordan remarked, his two hands still in the air as he stood a few meters away.

"Haven't you noticed? The crime rate in this city has reduced ever since I started. Isn't it better for the city to be this peaceful than those gangs roaming around wreaking havoc?" Jordan added in an audible tone.

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