"See?! Nothing! All this talk of restricted, bullshit! Look, I'm insi-"
FLASH!
A white arc split the night.
And in the same heartbeat, Zhao Yichun was no longer whole.
His laughter choked mid-word as his body severed into a thousand neat, glistening pieces. Flesh, silk jacket, gold chain, everything diced into slivers that collapsed in a wet, meaty rain. The ground drank his arrogance in crimson rivers.
The crowd screamed.
Chen Yufeng gagged, falling back on his ass. "H-Holy shit!"
Tang Wei's face drained pale. "He didn't even make it ten steps…"
Long Qimeng still couldn't move. Her lips parted, trembling. 'I would've… I would've walked in too."
The police chief adjusted his cap with a grimace. His voice was low, almost pitying:
"Restricted means restricted. Some places aren't for the living to trespass."
