Fang Yu, with a fierce look in his eyes, said in an ice-cold voice, "Do you know? You really deserve to die!"
Creak—
The door opened in response.
Jiang Wei, as if crazed, charged out, and the moment she stepped onto the rooftop, her gaze fixed in shock, taking in the whole scene.
Soon after, Jiang Wei's assistant, Xiao Man, also rushed up, standing behind Jiang Wei.
When they saw Xiao Ting, who was thoroughly dead on the ground, they shuddered in fright.
The stench of putrid blood instantly caused Jiang Wei, who had never seen such a scene, to retch violently, covering her mouth and bending over to vomit profusely.
Xiao Ting was dead.
The blood had completely turned black. Under the scorching sun, flies began to gather, instilling fear—the most frightening were his eyes, staring ahead like those of a dead fish.
Not far from there,
Fang Yu had a calm demeanor, but his chest was bleeding, and his lips were cracked.
