Su Heng's large hand grasped his throat and lifted him into the air, scrutinizing the bloodied and smeared face.
"Your dying struggles look exactly like your mother's,"
A sinister smile appeared on Su Heng's lips as his five fingers slowly exerted more pressure. Xu Hanlin's eyes turned blood red with hatred as he reached out with both hands attempting to gouge Su Heng's eyes. Regrettably, the difference in their statures meant that Xu Hanlin's reach fell vastly short, and he could only wave his arms futilely in the air.
"Trash." Su Heng's palm tightened, his expression turning indifferent, "Dying by my hand is an honor for you."
Crack!
Xu Hanlin's arms fell powerlessly, and his body slumped.
As Su Heng's fingers released, Xu Hanlin's body flopped to the ground.
Su Heng's gaze lingered briefly on Xu Hanlin's body before retracting it.
