"Zhang Huairen..."
Huang Banxian's consciousness was rapidly fading. He guessed that the black cat's claws carried some kind of sedative.
With what little ability to think he had left, he recognized the slightly hunched old man before him and saw through his intentions.
A humiliated fury rose in his heart. He clenched his bleeding palm tightly, allowing the blood to spread across it.
As a clerk—especially one from Branch No. 9—being schemed against by an ordinary person was simply absurd.
All of this ultimately came down to his mind having briefly been affected by the ghost, preventing him from carefully considering that there was an anything-but-ordinary Zhang Huairen within this Heart-Piercing Evil.
The black cat was vicious and cunning before others, yet in Zhang Huairen's arms, it appeared exceptionally docile, occasionally rubbing its head against his arm.
Holding the cat, Zhang Huairen crouched beside Huang Banxian and carefully examined his features.
At the same time, this gave Huang Banxian an opportunity to observe him as well.
Zhang Huairen was an unremarkable little old man who looked to be around sixty.
The skin on his face had begun to sag, and together with his sunken cheeks, he gave off an overall bitter-looking impression.
However, the short black hair atop his head made him seem much younger, especially those bright eyes that darted about, giving him a distinctly sly air.
"To kill, or not to kill..."
For an ordinary person, killing someone was still an exceedingly difficult matter, even though Zhang Huairen had been mentally preparing himself for it.
Zhang Huairen had studied fate for many years. From the traces of a person's facial growth, he could infer their premature death, illnesses, life and death, or destiny.
However, fate was not something that could be judged simply by reading a face.
Success