"Heh heh..."
The man locked eyes with Fang Han for a moment. His Adam's apple bobbed, and then he suddenly smiled.
The smile was abrupt, carrying an indescribable sense of relief, as if a sword that had been hanging over his head for a long time had finally fallen.
Immediately after, a trickle of black blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
'This is bad!'
Fang Han's expression changed slightly. He quickly applied pressure with his fingers, trying to dislocate the man's jaw, but it was already too late.
A thick, coppery-sweet scent spread from between the man's teeth. After contracting violently several times, the man's pupils slowly dilated and drifted apart.
The trickle of black blood from the corner of his mouth grew, dripping down his chin and onto the back of Fang Han's hand.
DRIP.
Fang Han let go, and the man's body slid down the wall, coming to rest half-leaning against its base, his head lolling to one side.
