Ye Tian stepped out of the cave entrance, and shortly after, Old Mr. Liu also emerged, followed by his big black dog, leaving behind only a corpse, a body covered with silver needles everywhere. On the eyes, the temples, the chin, the chest…
Densely packed.
Like a hedgehog.
Ye Tian is still the same Ye Tian, often squatting in the corner, chatting away with a bunch of security guards, commenting crudely on which chick has whiter tits and which one has a bigger ass, a lecherous smile on his face as he made his suave move with the cigarette. At first glance, you'd think him an utterly shameless, despicable lowlife, and the crew cut sitting atop his neck had almost become his trademark.
A disguise, one could say was done to perfection.
