Only when a hand landed on his shoulder did the buzz-cut man belatedly turn around. He looked up to find a terrifying expression on the face right in front of him.
"You're too loud."
The passenger coldly uttered those words and took off his earphones. Before the buzz-cut man could react, he wound the cord around his neck-
"Can you shut up!!!"
The man seemed to have been holding back for a long time, and now his anger finally erupted. He yanked hard with both hands, pulling the earphone cord taut. Then, like steel wire, it sliced straight through half the buzz-cut man's neck!
Blood sprayed straight out of the wound, spattering the nearby seats, the cards on the table, and the elderly man and woman, staining them all red!
The buzz-cut man's eyes widened in disbelief as he collapsed to the floor in front of everyone. His teammate immediately ran to his side and tried to cover the wound-but it was no use.
Blood gushed from his neck, and his face gradually turned deathly pale. He lasted only a few dozen seconds longer than the thug whose head had been twisted off before breathing his last.
Everyone stared blankly at the scene. After killing him, the passenger put his blood-soaked earphones back in his ears, then returned to his seat and closed his eyes as though nothing had happened.
The elderly man cursed as he wiped his face a couple of times, only making himself look even more horrifying.
"Honestly... why are young people these days so rude..."
"We're just playing cards..."
The elderly woman beside him looked unhappy too. As she rubbed at her bloodstained clothes, she chimed in:
"Exactly. He's got my clothes all dirty."
Their reactions were so natural that it seemed what had splashed onto