Lightning tore through the sky as Kai walked toward the dying man and raised the daggers high above his head, inhaling deeply, but the moment he forcefully shoved the daggers down on the man's neck, two bright lights shone bright on him, letting his and the daggers' shadow draw on the wet collapsed wall like his twin self.
Wang and Gray both burst out of the moving truck, running toward Kai and shouting, but no matter how much they ran or shouted, the daggers had already been unleashed. Blood spilled in every direction, from the collapsed wall, the mud, and Kai's own face, and when Wang stopped beside Kai, he placed his hands on his head and turned toward Gray with a disturbed expression.
"He shouldn't have killed him," Wang said, turning around hastily like a madman, kicking his legs in the mud and shouting profusely.
