The fighter opened his mouth and then closed it again. He looked at Liu Wei in confusion. "They have the money," he said slowly. He had been so blinded by the idea of wealth that he didn't understand that he wasn't going to be seeing any of it.
"And where are they now?" pushed Liu Wei, wrapping his hand around me from behind.
"Dead."
"Exactly," nodded Liu Wei, pleased that the fighter was finally understanding things. "Which means that you aren't getting your money."
"Because of you fuckers!" growled the man, lunging himself at me with his hands outstretched as if he was planning on strangling me. Goodbye, lone brain cell. It was nice while you lasted. With a wave of his hand, Liu Wei reaped the soul of the fighter, allowing his body to drop to the ground at my feet.
