The little girl stood rooted to the spot, cradling her mother's skull like a beloved doll, her small face blank.
Although she still couldn't see, the sounds alone told her how horribly that hateful murderer had met his end.
She and the young man didn't even know each other, yet he had helped her punish the criminal. An inexplicable warmth filled Chen Mengxue's heart, but she still couldn't help pouting a little. "Big brother, I could have dealt with him myself," she whispered. "I should have avenged Mom myself!"
Che Quan replied coldly, "That's not something a good child should do. Your mom would be angry."
Chen Mengxue fell silent. She lowered her small face and gazed at the skull in her arms, her thoughts unreadable.
Only after a long while did her vision gradually return.
Chen Mengxue blinked her large eyes gently and saw blood everywhere-the blood of that scumbag.
But the scumbag himself was gone.
Only the breathtakingly beautiful young man and his five companions remained in the darkroom.
The five of them had also had their eyes veiled by gray mist earlier. They could only hear sounds, unable to see anything.
The livestream viewers had been in the same boat.
Their treatment had been much more straightforward, though: the screen had simply gone black, with a large notice displayed across it: "The current livestream content is unsuitable for broadcast. Instance footage synchronization has therefore been temporarily suspended."
The viewers: [#@?%...]
Fortunately, after their long, agonizing wait, the picture finally returned.
They saw Che Quan standing expressionlessly in the center, his eyes lowered as he wiped the blood from his hands.
A few strands of sleek, glossy black hair fell over the young man's pale forehead. His crimson eyes were the color of roses in the night.
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