Li Xiang saw the special forces soldier lying in a pool of blood and sighed inwardly. 'I was wrong this time. Revenge should be swift. If I'd taken my revenge sooner, maybe there would have been fewer victims. But the world is so vast, and evil people are innumerable. I can't possibly kill them all.'
WHOOSH! A piercing whistle tore through the air. Lin Ye turned his head just in time to see a small pebble flying toward his face. Before he could react, the pebble pierced his brow, shattered his skull, and blew the better part of his head apart. Brain matter splattered onto the combat uniform of the special forces soldier next to him, which bore the insignia of City No. 42.
Li Xiang had only casually flicked a pebble, yet it had reached a speed of Mach two or three—far more than Lin Ye could ever hope to block.
'Why would I need to use Star Sand on a small fry like him?'
