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"": "He focused, completing another Rewind before his eyes.
This still doesn't add up. Ten people from the Feng Family came out here. Including me, that's eleven. No one is missing.
Was this person following us, only to be killed by the Feng Family?
Was it the man keeping watch?
That makes even less sense. If the Feng Family killed someone, one person probably wouldn't do it alone. He would definitely call the others.
A coincidence?
Someone killed a person nearby, and I smelled the blood?
Someone dumped a body, and I found it?
As these thoughts ran through Luo Bin's mind, his hand dug gently without his control. His five fingers sank into the flesh of the corpse's cheek. With just a little force, he could gouge out a large chunk.
His throat kept bobbing as he swallowed his saliva.
Luo Bin bit down hard on the tip of his tongue, but the pain was barely helping anymore.
He reached forward with his other hand, gripped his left hand, and pulled it back harder.
His left hand came free of the skinless corpse's cheek, leaving several deep finger holes.
"Who's there!?"
Luo Bin whipped his head around, on high alert.
He immediately spotted a familiar face not far behind him. It was Feng Qiang, the man with a small knife scar at the corner of his mouth. His expression was unusually grim, even slightly ashen.
Feng Qiang probably didn't see what I was doing, did he?
Luo Bin kept his hands hanging at his sides as best he could.
Only when Feng Qiang walked forward did he breathe a sigh of relief.
He hadn't done anything too excessive earlier, after all. Feng Qiang probably hadn't noticed that little detail.
Soon, Feng Qiang stood before Luo