"Don't come any closer... you monster!!!"
Gunfire rang out in rapid succession, but the bullets had no effect on Yang Jiawei. He would sustain wounds, but quickly the bullets would be ejected, and the wounds would heal themselves. Meanwhile, he was holding the butler's head, taking steps towards Pan Ang.
"Mr. Pan," Yang Jiawei tossed the butler's head in front of him, "I just want to know how Awen died."
"It wasn't me! It has nothing to do with me!"
"I don't believe you," Yang Jiawei slowly approached Pan Ang, "this has something to do with you, right?"
"No... really no... I don't know anything!"
Driven by his will to survive, Pan Ang continuously scuttled backward on the floor. The bedroom, with its excellent soundproofing, wouldn't even let the sound of gunfire escape, and now he had no idea what to do, facing a monster that couldn't be killed.
