The butler hung up the phone, his eyes pleading with Lin Xiao. Though he didn't say a word, Lin Xiao understood his gaze. It was clear the man wanted to be spared.
But how could Lin Xiao possibly let him go? With a cold, disdainful chuckle, he said, "Better luck in your next life!" As he spoke, his blade swept across the man's throat.
Blood spurted out instantly. The old man's eyes bulged wide as he desperately clutched at his throat, staring at Lin Xiao in disbelief. He stood frozen for a few seconds.
BOOM.
He collapsed to the ground.
Lin Xiao found a chair and settled into the courtyard of Liu San's villa, waiting for his return.
After a while, Lin Xiao's phone suddenly rang. The call was again from his second mentor, the Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion.
Lin Xiao picked up.
"Kid, why did you kill so many people?"
"What? I can't?" Lin Xiao retorted.
