Ba Shiyi comfortably took a bath.
He didn't bother to dry off, stepping out of the bathroom naked with droplets of water still trailing down his body.
The two corpses on the floor had long since lost their warmth.
Suddenly.
Ba Shiyi's brow furrowed, and with a flick of his wrist, he propped the hammer on his shoulder.
In the living room.
A man and a woman lay slumped on the sofa, deeply asleep, their breathing faint.
Ba Shiyi looked around warily, but didn't detect anything amiss.
"What the fuck? How did you two fall asleep?"
Ba Shiyi shook the two awake vigorously, cursing with a laugh.
Seventy-three and Fifty-six groggily opened their eyes.
In that instant, a flash of killing intent simultaneously sparked in both their eyes, as they reached out toward Ba Shiyi.
Smack, smack.
"It's me."
Ba Shiyi reluctantly knocked away the hands reaching for him.
Fifty-six and Seventy-three exchanged glances, each discerning a trace of surprise in the other's eyes.
