Lu Ren was silent for a moment, then kicked Xiang Zheng's back. Xiang Zheng's entire body moved sideways, crashing into the large screen on the side, writhing in pain along with a soothing intake of cold air.
The feeling of life being worse than death had receded like a tide.
Lu Ren stood for a while, finally sighed, and turned to walk towards the bar's exit.
He glanced meaningfully at Xiang Zheng; he certainly wouldn't leave any hidden threats for himself.
Watching Lu Ren's departing figure, Xiang Zheng staggered up, a vicious glare in his eyes. Before he could do anything, Lu Ren, turning the corner after stepping out of the room, inadvertently stepped on a piece of glass.
Shhh!
The glass seemed to suffer immense pressure, shooting like a bullet through Xiang Zheng's neck before he could even react.
Blood splattered all over the room.
