"Ahhh! Who the hell are you?!"
Burn!
Dongzi, the leader of this gang of street thugs, had fear in his eyes. It was obvious he was scared.
And honestly, who could blame him? For the past half month, whenever I had nothing to do, I'd wandered around the area, and
I'd walked through here, too.
I knew the surrounding terrain well. I'd seen this house before, and there were no other homes around it. I'd thought nobody lived nearby,
but I hadn't realized someone was living here.
And of all things, I'd run into them.
"Have... we met... before?"
I walked up to Dongzi. He stared at me in a daze, then suddenly seemed to remember something. He pointed at me and roared:
"You're that bitch Mo Buyan brought back!"
I didn't like the way he spoke about me, but I didn't feel like wasting time talking to him.
"Since... you've seen... me... then you... don't have... any last words... right?"
I spoke calmly, hefting the cleaver in my hand as I watched him. A pleading look appeared in his eyes.
"Don't! Let me go! Please, let me go! I have a child. I can't die..."
"I... don't want... to kill you, but..."
As I spoke, I reached Dongzi and raised the cleaver, bringing it down.
At that moment, I clearly saw the despair in his eyes. The next second, the cleaver struck the top of his head.
"Crack!"
There was a sharp snap, and the light in his eyes faded away.
"Crunch!"
I levered the handle upward and pulled the cleaver from his skull, then said my final two words.
"Too late."
Whew...
I let out a long breath. After killing five people, I didn't feel much of anything. Maybe it was because I'd already gotten used to killing