"How does it feel? Not bad, right? The feeling of death."
Lan Zhengqing sneered coldly, watching Lin Fan, whose blood wouldn't stop flowing. His body and mind relaxed completely, his whole being utterly at ease.
It was like finally removing a fishbone stuck in one's throat.
He let out a long breath.
Mind and body elated, an unprecedented relief and joy.
A troublesome fellow, a problematic affair, an annoying obstacle.
Finally resolved!
Finally letting Lin Fan meet the death he deserved!
All settled.
He couldn't hide his excitement and thrill anymore, although he constantly reminded himself that the other was nothing more than an ant. Killing him was only right.
However.
He couldn't help being thrilled, excited beyond his status.
Lan Zhengqing didn't rush to withdraw his arm, instead stirring it in Lin Fan's chest, venting his inner rage in the most cruel, brutal, and bloody way.
This was no longer revenge, but a ruthless slaughter without humanity!
