For a moment, Painter was utterly terrified. He had seen Black King as his lifeline. Now that Black King was gone, he was doomed too.
"This is impossible. Everything was fine when I divined fate yesterday. It's only been a day, and Black King is dead?
Who? Who killed Black King!?"
Thud!
Gu Huangquan fell to the ground.
Painter froze, only then realizing that he had been so horrified he had forgotten his "good buddy" beside him.
He hurried to help him up. "Sorry, buddy. I got a little carried away... Buddy?
Gu Huangquan!?"
He shook Gu Huangquan hard in his arms but received no response.
His trembling fingers reached beneath Gu Huangquan's nose.
No breath!
Painter's hand abruptly stiffened. As if caught in Time Stop, he stood frozen for a full five seconds.
"No, impossible. How could a bastard like you die so easily!?
Get up, Gu Huangquan! Quit messing around. With your brains, you can't fool me!"
He smiled stiffly, his hands mechanically shaking Gu Huangquan's corpse, but all he received was deathly silence.
Gradually, his shaking grew weaker, the corpse in his arms grew colder, and the smile faded from his face.
Painter remained bent over, motionless, silent for a long time.
He simply stared at Gu Huangquan's pale, bloodless face, his expression blank and his eyes frighteningly empty.
There was no sorrow, no rage, not even the slightest trace of emotion.
But beneath that absolute calm lay bone-chilling hatred.
"Gu Huangquan, you always said you'd collect my corpse. You never expected I'd end up collecting yours.
Fate really does... make fools of us."
His hand slowly passed down over Gu Huangquan's face, closing his good buddy's eyes.
At that moment, Painter seemed to become a different person. His features were cold and stern, and even the