Old Cheng's eyes bulged as if he still wanted to say something.
But this man seemed to have completely lost his mind. The small knife that he had plunged into and pulled out of his chest slit his throat, and as blood poured into his windpipe, he could only make futile gurgling noises while choking.
"You lied to me! You forced my hand! You promised that if I took the blame for you, you would take care of my mother!!!"
Madness flashed in his eyes as he picked him up from the ground like a tattered rag.
"Did you think I couldn't get out? Or that even if I did, I wouldn't be able to find you?!"
Old Cheng's last shred of survival instinct made his eyes widen, but all he could see was the face of the man he was terrified of.
"I've been following you for days now—"
He suddenly laughed twice, the sound exceptionally mocking and chilling.
