The second visit to West River Center, there were noticeably fewer people than last time.
Until Liu Zheng reached the front entrance, he had only seen a few people enter and exit.
A white-collar worker with black-framed glasses and graffiti style came out of the office building, pausing when he saw him.
Then, his abstract face revealed an expression that was both excited and fearful.
"What are you looking at? Four-eyes, watch out or I'll beat you up."
Liu Zheng shook his tentacle menacingly.
The bespectacled white-collar worker silently lowered his head and walked past him.
Just as they brushed shoulders, the white-collar worker suddenly pulled a pen from his pocket and thrust it towards Liu Zheng's carotid artery.
His mouth, a mere slit, opened to reveal a sinister smile, with no teeth inside—just pitch black darkness.
"You're so eager to die? Then I'll grant your wish."
