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Malice is extremely dangerous, it's more covert than hatred, and more eerie than the intent to kill. Once targeted by malice, the outcome is usually grim, death often becomes a form of relief, because malice revels in cruel torture and abuse. Killing is not the goal, rather it's a process for amusement.
Bai Xiao carried Gao Ming's corpse on his back, and even though he was influenced by the malice within him at the moment, his movements in handling Gao Ming's body were still very gentle.
Even filled with malice, he showed more respect for Gao Ming's corpse than Yuan Hui and the others did.
Wan Jie was still fully committed to killing Zhuo Jun, harming ten fingers is not as effective as breaking one; his strength was formidable, but as other security personnel joined in, he too began to feel overwhelmed.
The knife tip lifted, Bai Xiao walked toward Yuan Hui, his gaze gradually twisted by some force, his lips curling into a terrifying smile.
