A Real Headache

"What?! You actually want me to end my own life?" Xiao Li, the Man in Black, glared with his eyes wide, veins bulging on his forehead as he roared furiously, "Like you said, if I truly had the will to kill myself, how could I have dragged it out until now? It was precisely because I couldn't bring myself to do it that I asked you to help me!"

At this moment, Xiao Li, the Man in Black, could no longer be bothered with so much. Though he knew he was no match for Chen Xiaofan, matters had come to this, and he felt there was no need to keep being polite and humble before the man in front of him. After all, the other party would never let him go easily. He might as well throw caution to the wind and pour out all the resentment in his heart.

The corners of Chen Xiaofan's lips lifted slightly, revealing a faint smile as he calmly replied, "I gave you a chance. You simply didn't know how to cherish it. If you insist on making me do it myself, then you won't even be left with an intact corpse."

"What? I'm about to die anyway. Can't you at least leave me a whole body? Isn't that far too cold and heartless?" Xiao Li, the Man in Black, stared with wide eyes, his face full of disbelief.

After hearing this, Xiao Li's face instantly darkened, as though he had been struck by lightning. He had never imagined that his opponent would be so cruel and ruthless, determined to slap him into a cloud of scarlet blood mist, unwilling to leave even a complete corpse behind. It was a reality he simply could not accept.

Yet Chen Xiaofan merely smiled faintly and said