The plague doctor curled on the ground behind Hai Le, the NPC's breathing a pitiful gurgle as blood slowly filled its lungs.
Ah, so close, but yet so far away. It seemed Thanh Van would have to rip through Hai Le to get to the plague doctor.
That seemed straightforward enough.
"You really are a cockroach. You just won't die…" There was no conviction behind Hai Le's words. His Adam's apple trembled, knuckles turning white as he clutched onto the weapon tighter.
Thanh Van didn't say a word. He rolled his shoulders, stretching leisurely like a cat as he got ready to rip this fucker's head off its useless body.
"What-" Hai Le's voice trembled as he finally noticed that the wound he had just left behind on Thanh Van's arm - was gone. "What the fuck-"
"- Am I?" Thanh Van completed his sentence. Hai Le struggled to raise his eyes to meet Thanh Van's gaze, and the latter didn't blame him.
