Sheyan did not perform any further actions after he obliterated sunglasses man. He only stood in front of the sitting young man, thinking.
His fist that was covered in blood and flesh pieces was very close to the face of the young man, who sat there without any expression on his face -- it was probably less than 30 centimeters away.
The nauseating mixture of flesh and blood dripped down from his fist and gathered on the table, drop by drop. The smell of blood in the air was so thick and the sight so gruesome that those who had not been baptised by the battlefield would surely puke their guts out if they were here.
But to Sheyan's surprise, the young man did not lose his composure in the slightest. He merely stared back at Sheyan with his head slightly raised. He seemed to feel a little cold, causing him to tug his coat tighter. The blue dugong leather coat fluttered like waves under this action, making it seem even more dazzling.
