Chu Han had long seen through Zhu Mingzhi, a 15-year-old child, lies. To the current him, a seemingly 20-year-old college student, but with the accumulated knowledge of two lifetimes, it was like a child's play to understand Zhu Mingzhi's ploy, but he was in an urgent need to know if his parents were alive or dead and where to find them.
He looked at the supermarket again and then pulled the tri-edge bayonet. "You've completed your mission, congratulations!" Chu Han said and struck at Zhu Mingzhi's neck with the bayonet.
Blood gushed out of Zhu Mingzhi's body, and his body slammed on the ground, convulsing violently. Chu Han had destroyed his throat, and he could say nothing. Fear and confusion appeared on Zhu Mingzhi's face while he was bleeding as he could not understand why Chu Han had attacked him so suddenly. What gave him away? His taunting behavior? Impossible! His leader had assured him that Chu Han would not kill other for such trifling matters.
