Zhang Heng clenched his fist and squeezed the black heart with no vacillation, and bright, black, blood oozed out of it. At the same time, the horse stopped neighing as well and the previously dim room was now bright again. It was at that time, Han Lu felt as if she reconnected with the world again. The sinking feeling of desolation and loneliness had disappeared. The shock that she experienced, however, would never fade.
Director Kuang's body seemed to be frozen—the anger on his face sealed-in forever; his mouth wide open like a roaring lion. And behind him stood a man covered in black blood. It was like David facing Goliath—Every inch of his body was bathed in black.
Han Lu's heart started thumping in her chest again.
In the end, "Director Kuang" lost his vitality, and his body plopped to the ground. It also indicated that this short but perilous battle was finally over.
