Though his heart told him to endure, Sheng Wenhao couldn't resist his inner desire. By the time he realized it, he had already stepped out of the room and stood beside Sheng Hong. As he looked at this man who had deceived him for the first half of his life and tormented him nearly destroying his life in the latter half, Sheng Wenhao's lips slowly curled into a bloodthirsty smile. Under the sunlight, his sharp teeth glinted like blades.
"You're getting off easy," Sheng Wenhao remarked somewhat regretfully as he touched his arm, once full of needle marks, and looked at the unconscious Sheng Hong on the ground, whispering softly.
