Before the warm electronic fireplace and the clear floor-to-ceiling window.
The smiling butler pulled a bloodstained dagger from the struggling man's neck.
Then he let go, leaving the man to convulse and struggle on the floor like a fish out of water.
He picked up a pristine hot towel nearby and slowly wiped the blood from his hands.
Then he flipped open his wristband, a faint smile curling at his lips as he looked at the message on it.
156 North Twelfth Street.
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"Hahaha, what are you talking about?"
In the sparse snowy night, Locke Te turned around and looked at He Ao's calm eyes, at his expressionless, bloodstained face. With a hint of awkwardness, he laughed. "Aren't I perfectly fine right now? I'm full of energy. What do you mean I'm going to die?"
He raised his hand. Though it was somewhat difficult, he could still move his arm normally. Then he laughed nervously.
"Sot, you're joking with me, right? That isn't funny. Don't tell me you're planning to kill me? Even if you're the Deputy Chief of Staff of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, assassinating a city mayor is a serious crime."
He Ao watched him silently, his deep eyes as still as an ancient well, like a tranquil Deep Pool.
He had no intention of killing Locke Te, nor was there any need to kill a man who was already dying.
Under his spiritual awareness, the Energy Circuit within Locke Te's body had long since shattered. Only a strange force of life was maintaining his vitality.
But that force of life could only keep him alive; it could not reverse the fact that his Energy Circuit had ruptured.
He had already touched death. That life force was merely keeping him hanging on, slowing the process of