I don't fucking have any last words at all!
I'm only sixty-five, I've still got a great life to enjoy, I haven't lived enough yet!
Maurice stared at Zhao Xiaodao with a face full of terror.
But decades of life at the top let him quickly regain his composure.
"Miss Zhao, please calm down, we can actually sit down and talk." Maurice said while his thoughts raced. "I sincerely apologize for having offended you just now."
On the surface Zhao Xiaodao was calm and smiling, but after the initial thrill she was actually a bit panicked.
After all…
She'd just killed people. And not just one—she'd killed eight in one go, directly burned them into nothingness.
Side note here: burned like that, with no blood, no remains, no trace left at all—kind of stops being scary.
Ahem, anyway, it was her first time killing, and she had no idea how many people in the manor knew what happened, plus there was a little assistant still outside.
