"Murder, there's been a murder..."
"He's dead, Liu Qinghong is dead, his head exploded like a watermelon..."
Liu Guotao, who had been smug and disdainful, was now speaking incoherently.
In just an instant, his conceited delusion of superiority had vanished into thin air, replaced by boundless fear.
Liu Guotao immediately lost his nerve.
He knelt down in front of Zhang Xiaoshan, bowing his head like pounding garlic.
"I was wrong, I admit my mistake, it was all my fault, I'm a beast, not a human, please spare me."
"I, I promise, there won't be a next time, please have mercy"
While kowtowing, Liu Guotao cried and begged for mercy.
But the coldness on Zhang Xiaoshan's face grew even thicker.
"Some mistakes can be forgiven, while others cannot."
"Go to the underworld and repent with Liu Qinghong."
The spring knife in Zhang Xiaoshan's hand flew out.
"Tsst."
The spring knife directly penetrated Liu Guotao's brow and embedded itself in the wall behind.
