Anger, roars, bottled and pressed inside a chest.
Flashes of today's misfortunes quickly streak through the mind.
The talk of terms with Han Mengyu, her condescending and disdainful attitude from above.
The frustration of being ordered by Li Baizhen to obey the lead of Diao Deyi.
Whispers, murmurs, the various backbiting from others...
A sinister rage is sparked within the heart.
With head bowed, staring at the ground, silent, yet Kun Shanhai's gaze seemed murderous.
At this moment, Kun Shanhai appeared like a rage-filled trash, like a ticking bomb ready to explode.
Just missing an opportunity, just one opportunity, and then...
Bang.
Just then, someone pushed him.
Just once.
Buzz!!!
The sword, drawn instantly from the sheath.
A blood-stained arm was severed and flew off.
Silence.
In that moment, everyone's voices hushed, and time itself seemed to slow.
Like a slow-motion scene, everyone turned their heads in shock, disbelief, or confusion toward the commotion.
