Chen Xiao's face suddenly contorted as he laughed, a sound so grating it made one's teeth hurt, but all the while he bowed politely.
Of course, there was not a trace of politeness in the gesture, more than anything... it was mockery.
"Hahaha..."
He meant to cover his mouth, but the laughter seemed uncontrollable, rampaging in his throat.
Suddenly
"I said!
Don't
come
bother
me
!"
He roared, his expression twisted beyond recognition, head stretching forward, violently shaking as if arguing with someone unseen—arguing fiercely. Following that, Chen Xiao once again viciously punched his own head, saved only by the helmet, which nonetheless made him stumble.
The class B field operative lying prostrate on the ground was struggling to pull out hemostatic gel, trying to plug the bullet holes in his chest. But it seemed the trauma of a shattered heart wasn't something that could be easily resolved by stuffing and compressing.
