The barrel lifted her hair, revealing the face hidden beneath the black hair.
The features were exactly the same as those of Mavis in the photograph.
But she was expressionless, her eyes hollow and devoid of any human emotion visible in the pale blue iris.
Comparatively, the wooden doll held by Li Ang at this moment had more "humanity" than she did.
Mavis stared at the television, not even flinching when Li Ang pointed the gun at her forehead.
[Quick... do it...]
A searing pain spread across Li Ang's arm again, with new, scrawled chaotic tattoos appearing,
like those of a person on the verge of death, enduring immense pain and fright.
"..."
Li Ang glanced calmly at the tattoo, slowly unlocking the safety of the pistol, his finger gently resting on the trigger.
Then, he abruptly twirled the gun in his hand, twirling it like a flourish, and slipped it into his suit pocket without pulling the trigger on Mavis.
[Steven, what are you doing?!]
The tattoo appeared on his arm,
