He had no idea how long had passed, but Chang Fansha eventually woke from his coma, opened his eyes to see the grey skies, and the grass swaying around him.
"What? Am I dead? Impossible! Absolutely impossible! I'm the dashing and elegant Chang Fansha, a sight for sore eyes—how could I die so easily? Besides, I'm still a virgin; dying like this, I'd never rest in peace!"
"Smack!"
To verify he was still alive, Chang Fansha gave himself a ferocious slap. When the pain clearly reached the center of his brain, he instantly regained consciousness. He grinned through clenched teeth, though his face was swollen.
"Heh heh heh, just as I thought! How could I possibly die? There are so many pretty girls waiting for me to grace them with my presence. If I died, wouldn't they be heartbroken?"
As he was smugly congratulating himself, a faint rustling sound suddenly reached his ears. Chang Fansha quickly reached for his gun, only to find that the magazine was missing.
