"Drip~" "Drip~" "Drip~"
Blood oozed from the gap in the wound, slowly sliding down the exposed blade before splattering.
"Heh—" "Heh—"
Miyamoto Ryosuke opened his mouth, emitting an unintelligible sound, as bubbles of blood continually spilled from his lips, his face full of disbelief as he stared at Jing Shangwei in front of him.
"You're right, I am a good person, which is exactly why I can't let scum like you abuse power and kill more people," Jing Shangwei said coldly.
Slowly, his right hand pulled out the dagger.
As he pulled it out, he also twisted the blade intentionally, turning the flesh and blood of the neck inside out with it.
With the wound widening, blood that had previously seeped out now gushed forth, soaking through Miyamoto Ryosuke's clothing with a pungent smell of blood filling the air.
