Licking

Looking at the intact arm that had fallen to the ground, Luo Di merely watched quietly at first, without much emotional fluctuation.

Instead, he focused more on the right arm that had delivered the slash. A dining knife the same color as moonlight rested in his hand.

This was not a blade constructed by Luo Di. It was a dining knife that had appeared in his hand on its own when he had wanted to kill—a weapon exclusive to Miles.

That slash had also been completely different from every kill Luo Di had performed so far.

It had been as silky and smooth as moonlight gliding past, severing even the structure of the soul. It was neither butchery nor chopping vegetables, but a pure cinematic performance.

It was the result of his high degree of synchronization with Miles.

His brain remembered that feeling.

He had to admit, the contract with the bar was truly useful. Miles's descent had made the entire pursuit exceptionally smooth... except the film targeting Jock had only completed its first half.

The second half was still waiting to be performed.

Moreover, the one who had truly created and seized the opportunity was Luo Di himself... Jock's state of consciousness had been monitored by his tongue the entire time. He had been waiting all along, waiting until the final moment to deliver that precise slash.

Although Michael Myers, who had descended into his body, said nothing, he had come to view this human differently. Since the matter had been handled, he left early.

Bzz!

A bout of tinnitus swept through his brain.

The moonlight vanished together with that powerful human-demon consciousness, returning to the bar.

The rubber hood and work clothes Luo Di wore also faded away, followed by the onset of side effects.

He had gone