The water cup in Vodka's hand fell to the ground, spilling its contents—a puddle of tea seeped into the earth, while a thick, whitish clump remained conspicuously on the lush green lawn.
"Is that... bird droppings?" Hattori Heiji chuckled, about to mock him, when, with a plop, another identical clump fell right onto the hot dog in his hand.
"?!" Hattori Heiji flew into a rage, instantly switching sides as he raised his head to argue with those unhygienic creatures. "Where did all these crows come from? Get lost, get lost!"
Dozens of crows perched peacefully among the layered branches in the canopy. Some ignored him, while others seemed particularly vindictive. Before long, another lump of bird droppings fell straight toward him.
"That's going too far!" Hattori Heiji rolled away, narrowly dodging it. Still furious, he strode over and kicked the tree with a thud.
A furious kick from a Kendo expert was not to be underestimated. As pain shot through Hattori Heiji's foot and made his eye twitch, the tree beside the dining table shook violently from his kick.
The crows flapped their wings and cawed as they flew away.
Almost at the same time, a heavy object fell from the dense canopy with a tremendous crash, slamming hard onto the dining table.
"Ahhh—!!"
Amid the screams, Jiang Xia looked up at the uninvited guest who had appeared before him.
The man was clearly dead. There was an extremely deep wound on the back of his neck, and his face had been hacked to a bloody mess with an Axe, making him unrecognizable. But judging from the bloodstained clothes, he was the man who had left alone last night—the suspected Villa Vandal.
Vodka had just turned around after throwing his cup when he came face-to-face with the mangled corpse.