Subsequently, Liu Yu's eyes were fixedly staring at Hao Jian, his hands covering his throat. However, with such a large opening, how could the bleeding possibly be stopped? Especially when the wound was on an artery, so fresh blood kept flowing out, quickly dyeing Liu Yu's upper body crimson.
He wanted to curse Hao Jian a few times, but it was too late and he couldn't speak, then he just collapsed on the ground.
"Bang!"
Liu Yu half-kneeled while falling to the ground, never to wake again.
A corpse knelt in front of him, yet Hao Jian didn't even blink. To him, a corpse was merely a matter of quantity; as for fear, he had none.
Previously, he had thought of sparing Liu Yu's life, never expecting Liu Yu would attempt a sneak attack to kill him, having hidden a small knife in his shoe sole. To those who deceived him, Hao Jian never showed kindness; therefore, since everything was confessed, there was no need for Liu Yu to exist, and Hao Jian took care of him swiftly.
