[Huang Silang, your steel door is somewhat loose]
[But once I've snatched away your mama, it will be somewhat remedied]
At this moment, Huang Silang felt only the chill in his limbs and a blankness in his brain, as if his entire body was trembling within an icy cave. He seemed to be like a breathing corpse, a stray dog kicked to death on the roadside, or Gui Daozi who died in resentment—numb.
Totally numb.
Despite the trembling throughout his body, Huang Silang dared not show any emotional fluctuations on the surface. He knew that the crimes he had committed were grave enough that several heads wouldn't be enough to pay for them. Han Shizhong had not acted against him because his work had been meticulously clean, with not the slightest fault on the surface.
