He doesn't like to impose his will on others.
This is not his habit.
Nor is it...
"Damn it, you took the chance to steal my crystal, I'll kill you."
At that moment, a roar came.
It instantly caught everyone's attention.
A man wielding a machete slashed at another man's neck, with a gruesome sound like cutting a major artery, blood spurting horrifically, splattering all over a nearby survivor.
"Damn it, could you warn me before you start? You sprayed blood all over my face. What if he had some disease, what the hell am I supposed to do?"
The blood-splattered survivor cursed angrily.
Now in the apocalypse, guys often don't use protection when they hook up with girls, who knows about diseases.
The killer found a White Crystal from the victim's body and kicked the corpse to the ground, cursing under his breath.
"Damn you, you dog looking for death."
"Sorry about that, everyone."
He casually greeted the others.
The surrounding survivors were long used to this sight.
