The music fell silent.
Pale moonlight spilled over the garden villa. If not for the grisly corpse on the ground, the scene would have held a quiet beauty.
Huang Tian waved a hand. "Take the body up to the third floor."
Ma Zhang lowered his gun. Without asking why, he walked over to Takahashi Shizuo's corpse, bent down, and picked him up, his expression unchanged.
"Drip, drip~"
Blood dripped onto the ground and soaked into Ma Zhang's clothes. The stench hit his nose, but he showed no disgust. Instead, he chuckled. "Guns sure are handy. Doesn't matter how good your martial arts are. As long as you're made of flesh and blood, you can't stop a gun."
He carried the corpse into the villa. Bao Baiqi, Kang Jietao, Ou Ling, and Du Xiaomai were all on the first floor, and their faces changed when they saw Ma Zhang walk in with a corpse in his arms.
Little Bao Baiqi went pale. "M-Ma, what... what is—"
Ma Zhang gave him a "kindly" smile and made as if to toss the corpse at him. All four scrambled backward. "Ma, don't scare me! I can't take it!"
"Haha!" Wearing a wicked grin, Ma Zhang bounded upstairs with the corpse. His voice drifted back down, calm and matter-of-fact. "This world is cruel. You've got to learn to kill without blinking, or sooner or later someone will kill you!"
The four froze, then fell silent. His words struck home.
Outside the villa, faint rustling came from a dozen or so neighboring homes, but not a single light turned on.
The surroundings were unusually quiet.
"The neighbors must have woken up." Liu Yuanying glanced over the nearby villas. "They're probably afraid of getting dragged into trouble, so they're pretending they heard nothing."
Most of the people