The red knife left the body and then came in again, then out—
"What's going on?"
Motan, whose face was splattered with blood, blinked his eyes, his expression still innocent and pure.
"You..."
Splatter! Splatter! Splatter!
"I just wanted to prove my hypothesis, that's all."
Motan shrugged after stabbing Cholera three times in the chest, "Turns out, I was right."
Cholera remained silent.
And not far away, Laisa, Little Ai, Cole, who trusted Motan unconditionally, just stared at this scene dumbfounded, with no intention of intervening.
[Could it be that this person got stabbed to death?]
The three of them thought so simultaneously.
"Master."
Only Liz looked calmly at Motan, who was covered in blood, and tilted her head, "Have you finally gone completely mad?"
"Actually, not completely."
