He set down the gasoline he had drawn from the off-road vehicle.
Chen Yu dragged the corpse of the one-eyed man, pulling it into the grave before unscrewing the lid of the oil drum.
He poured it all over the body with a "gurgle," from head to toe, meticulously, leaving nothing untouched.
Then he picked up a lighter and with a "click," he ignited the flame.
"Huh."
Taking a deep breath, just as he was about to throw the lighter in, his trouser pocket suddenly vibrated.
Chen Yu looked puzzled, put away the lighter, and took out his phone.
He checked it and found a friend request notification for a friend add.
The outrageous part was that this "friend" did not need him to click accept; it forcefully appeared in his friend list.
And sent him a message.
Fate: [Hello, good evening.]
Frowning slightly, Chen Yu looked down at the body soaked in gasoline in the pit and typed quickly with his thumbs: [Who's this?]
