A silver collar hung with a bell sat prettily around the man's neck, which had flushed red from drinking.
Lu Mi fastened the other end of the chain securely to a table leg.
Then he stood beside Zheng Sinian and curled his fingers to turn his face forward.
"Tsk."
Such a respectable-looking NPC, yet he never did anything decent.
He leaned closer to Zheng Sinian. Under the light, the man's chest rose and fell gently, his brows faintly furrowed as though trapped in a nightmare. He looked pitiful.
Lu Mi held his head down with one hand, and with the other...
Pounded him with several punches.
Every blow landed hard enough to look as though the next would knock his features out of place.
This was payback for Zheng Sinian trying to force a kiss on him right off the bat last night.
After beating him, Lu Mi bought some more tools from the Mall. Things for burning, for slicing open bellies—even an electric drill. He put them all to use.
Lu Mi's expression barely changed throughout.
He disliked violence, but the NPC in this instance looked the most normal and was the most aggressive.
One tiny mistake could cost him his life.
What he was doing now was inflicting as much damage as he possibly could on this demon wearing human skin.
The alcohol could completely strip someone of sensation and consciousness, so there was no need to worry about the pain waking Zheng Sinian.
A dozen or so minutes later, Lu Mi was breathing a little hard. He wiped the blood splattered on his face with the back of his hand.
Then he calmly turned and opened the door, leaving organs and tissue scattered thickly across the floor.
The wooden double doors closed again, followed by the sound