"Despair set in? Ha, sorry, but I bagged this round." The young man laughed triumphantly, not stowing the bomb in his waist bag but ready to push the button and bomb Tang Zheng to death. But when the LCD screen entered his field of vision, he suddenly felt the blood throughout his body freeze, an instant chill of death crawling up his spine.
The numbers on the screen were counting down, the brutal Arabic numeral 1 practically piercing the young man's eyes.
"Damn, I thought I had found a coward, but it turned out I had messed with one tough cookie." The young man wanted to throw the bomb away, but it was already too late. His last sight before death was of his 'prey' standing up, gracefully dusting the sand off his clothes, and looking at him with a mocking smile.
"I'm like a clown." With regret, the young man's last thought dashed through his mind as his body was blown into fragments, "This guy, is seriously cunning."
