Wei Sandao sat in the mountain forest, exhaling a long breath of black evil qi; his wounds kept splitting open, then healing.
Even though he had secured victory through a sneak attack, it was clear that Wei Sandao, the killer of Manager Wu, was also severely injured.
The long saber at his side dripped with a dreadful greenish filth-blood.
Manager Wu, as well as this Wei Sandao... their blood was both of an appalling green color.
The strange bloody scent in the air seemed to grow even more intense.
But Li Muyang dared not ask any more questions, clutching Manager Wu's still-beating heart as he left.
Behind him came the resigned laughter of Wei Sandao.
"Kid, you've got guts to the sky, quite interesting," he said.
"If you ever need anything in the future, you can come to me."
Feeling quite pleased, Wei Sandao took the initiative to express his goodwill towards Li Muyang.
Li Muyang quickly thanked him, then ran as far away as he could.
