Just now, he was teasing about missing his wife, and now he's lying here in silence. Daxiong's resolute face was filled with shock, as if he couldn't believe what he saw.
Vulture hid the sadness in his eyes, his tightly pursed lips trembling slightly as he went forward to crouch next to Firebird's corpse with the tool he never parted with. He wanted to examine the body, but his hands shook uncontrollably. Vulture took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and when he reopened them, they were as calm and serious as always when facing a corpse, as if the person in front of him was a stranger. His hands then began to move adeptly.
