Just a few seconds after Li Changhe left the corridor, a crisp sound came from the body of a nearby security guard who had fallen.
"Crack"
"Crack"
Then, like a puppet on strings, it climbed up in a strange pose.
His neck had been violently broken, and his head hung like a lantern. Li Changhe had glanced at him before, certain that he was very dead.
But at this moment, he leaned against the wall and took a few steps, reaching out to slowly twist his neck back.
"How unfortunate, Wildcat," his drooping head said in a low voice: "In this task, my greatest concern was you, the assassin. To avoid you, I made multiple preparations. Unfortunately, they were useless."
Wildcat did not respond; he was still pinned to the wall by an arrow, his face bearing the regret of his final moments.
Li Changhe had pierced his heart directly, killing him instantly without a trace of life - a quick and relatively painless death.
