The fateless man ran to save his cat. He tightened his arms around Justice. The cat's body had gone completely limp, legs dangling.
Completely motionless without any twitching or movement. Blood from the deep horizontal gash across his belly kept soaking through the fur and dripping onto Fei Ming's sleeve.
Justice's breathing stayed shallow and wet, each inhale barely lifting the ribs.
Lu Yuan remained several feet away. Grey veins continued spreading from the center of his chest, threading up both sides of his neck and along his jaw. His shoulders rose and fell in heavy, uneven jerks.
He coughed once. Blood sprayed from his lips and spattered the ground between them. He coughed again. More blood ran down his chin in thick lines as he doubled over.
He dragged the back of his hand across his mouth and left a red smear along his knuckles.
His bloodshot eyes shot at Fei Ming.
"What did you do?"
