Tooru Amuro's murderous glare naturally could not harm Akechi Goro in the footage in the slightest.
He shook off his blood-soaked gloves. When he realized he could not get them clean, he simply gave up on cleaning them, pulled out his phone, wiped the camera lens with it, and snapped a picture of the memory card.
"Then my mission here is complete." Akechi Goro clapped his hands together, looking thoroughly invigorated. He walked over to Tangze, who could only twitch faintly now, and bent down with a beaming smile. "As requested... you can finally die, Tang Ze Zhao. Congratulations."
He turned the chair in front of him so it faced the camera directly, then slowly circled behind Tangze. One hand clamped around his wound-covered neck, forcibly pulling his head up.
His face was covered in tiny cuts and bloodstains, his pupils unfocused. He was clearly barely conscious. Only after Akechi Goro waved the memory card back and forth before his eyes several times did he seem to finally realize what had happened and struggle slightly.
Feeling the faint movements in his palm, Akechi Goro could not help smiling. As though Tangze's reaction had amused him, his laughter grew louder and louder.
"Ha ha ha, what a tenacious life force." Akechi Goro approvingly patted Tangze's cheek, then grabbed the tape that had been soaked through with blood and roughly tore it off. "I actually wanted to have a proper chat with you... Parents willing to die for their child, a child willing to die for his parents... Ha ha ha, how enviable, Tangze."
Though he spoke of envy, his expression was horribly twisted. His wide grin, paired with eyes brimming with malice, gave his face a terrifying, sinister look. He seemed completely unhinged.
Tangze no longer had the strength to make