Hearing He Ao's aged voice, the skinny man abruptly hesitated and turned around, gripping the tablet tightly.
The tentacle that had been reaching towards the cage suddenly retracted and whipped towards He Ao.
"Who are you?! Uh—"
The next second, his words were stuck in his throat, only the gurgling sound of bubbles passing through his blood could be heard.
He Ao stood behind the man, his arm reaching over the man's right shoulder, the sharp butterfly knife piercing the man's neck, almost simultaneously severing his windpipe and artery.
Blood spattered under the dim light, splashing onto the iron cage already stained with dull bloodstains.
The tentacles flailing in the air now dangled limply.
He Ao released his grip, withdrawing the butterfly knife.
The man's stiff corpse toppled sideways and crashed to the ground, hidden beneath the mechanical arm elevator.
