"How did it go?"
The encounter with Housekeeper Zhou had been extremely perilous, a clash of dragons and tigers, equally matched, filled with tension and relief.
Because the people from the trick door had such elusive methods, Hu Ma didn't dare to charge at him as fiercely as he would with others from different paths. Instead, he drew his knife and approached slowly.
As he got closer, he watched Zhou's face gradually turn black, and his limbs become rigid.
Housekeeper Zhou looked as if he were already dead, almost despairing as he waited for Hu Ma to approach and take his life. Yet, Hu Ma stopped halfway, simply propped his knife on the ground, maintaining a distance of ten meters, and just stared at him.
Using his last bit of strength, planning to make a final strike, Housekeeper Zhou fell into despair. Eventually, it was Hu Ma's relentless gaze that stared him to death.
"So frightening..."
