The man, missing an arm and with several ice blades stuck in his body, bled nonstop like a sieve.
Su Wu stepped forward and nudged him with his foot, careful not to kick too hard in case he killed him outright.
"I'll give you two choices. First, pay for your life. Second, die right now."
The White-haired boy stood to the side, looking down at the battered criminal. The subtle air of wickedness lent by the black markings on his face made it hard to tell which of them was the villain.
He looked far more evil than the injured man on the ground.
"Cough... cough..." Rajiko coughed up blood. "I don't have any money," he gasped.
"Huh? You've got wine towers and human banquets, and you're telling me you're broke?" Su Wu stared at him suspiciously.
How could someone have that much fun without any money?
"Killers get rich." After killing so many people, how could this guy possibly be broke?
"Can't you see? I spent it all on this..." Rajiko lay on the ground, shifting into a more comfortable position as he sighed.
If he'd been handsome, acting this way might have seemed carefree and cool. But he lacked the one thing a man needed to be a handsome guy: a handsome face.
So all he did was make people want to punch him.
"My Mashin... I gave her a crown set with sapphires. She loved it..."
"...Cough... But I bet she'd love your eyes as a gift, too, if you could give them to her... Cough..." Rajiko seemed to be lost in some kind of fantasy, muttering to himself.
"...You've got some nerve." Su Wu stared at him without expression and casually ended his life.
In a pitch-black basement.
Dolink sat on a small chair in