A man who could do this to a woman who had been sharing his bed for a long time– even if he wasn't a preparator and simply watched from the sidelines… was that still a man? No, more importantly, was that still human?
Yang Jingshen moved his eyes away from the mangled lower body of the dying woman that was now caked with dried blood and who knows what else and straightened up. Maybe his nose had already gotten used to the smell because he didn't feel as nauseous or disgusted anymore. Or was it because he already threw up and his stomach was now mostly empty of any content?
Without further ado, he swiftly took the gun out of the pocket of the leather jacket that was two sizes too big for him and directly aimed it at the head of sister Wan. Wasting one bullet on this person couldn't be called… wasting, right? Besides, the silencer was there, so he didn't need to worry that the sound would be carried over too much ne.
