Ghost’s experience was very sharp.
Right after receiving that strange aura warning earlier, he immediately retreated one kilometer away and set up his sniper rifle to observe the situation.
Ghost was waiting, waiting for those contract holders who had participated in the Five Shadows Gathering and were returning fully laden.
If any of them looked unwell, he would strike immediately, sniping from a distance until they lost the ability to move, then begin extortion.
After robbing them clean, he would silence them right away to avoid leaving any trouble behind.
As for those contract holders who returned full but uninjured, Ghost wouldn’t bother them.
Like a patient hunter waiting for prey, he was calm and composed.
The cold wind howled, and the flying snow somewhat obscured Ghost’s vision.
When the snow thinned a little, Ghost’s pupil contracted sharply.
Through the scope, he spotted a minotaur, 835 meters away.
Ghost’s finger rested lightly on the trigger.
The minotaur 800 meters out was heavily wounded, the vicious wounds on its body looked severe, and judging by its pale green complexion, it was likely poisoned.