Shang closed the door behind him after entering his room. Then, he just stood there in the mostly dark room. The small slit didn't let much light through.
Silence.
Shang just waited in silence.
At the moment, Shang's heart was beating rapidly as sweat ran down his body. A deep feeling of guilt was inside his heart.
He had acted coldhearted and brutal, but that didn't reflect the truth.
This was the first time after that fateful night that Shang had injured another person to such an extent.
Punching someone, breaking an arm, or similar things were still relatively normal to Shang. After all, he had been a fighter in his past life, and it was normal for fighters to get injured in a fight.
However, what he had done out there was not normal for a fighter.
