Gun in hand, head in the air.
He still maintained a fierce glare at Tang Fei, even the blood vessels in his pupils hadn't lessened in the slightest.
By the time the blade severed his head, he didn't even have time for any emotional change.
The headless body had already fallen into the arms of the brother behind him when his head splattered blood as it hit the ground.
Plop!
Flesh and bone collided with the stone pavement, producing a dull sound.
It was only then that everyone realized what had happened.
No one saw Tang Fei draw his sword.
Sword out of the scabbard, sword back in.
As if done at the same time.
His sword was too fast, too swift for the naked eye to catch.
Tang Fei looked at Wang Chao indifferently, or more precisely, at his head, and said, "I hate it most when someone points a gun at my head."
"Wang Chao..."
"Captain..."
