In a pool of thick, black blood, the corpse of the boy in the jumpsuit was riddled with holes.
His head drooped, his eyes were empty, and his limbs hung on the ground like a deflated doll. There wasn't a single intact piece of skin on his face, and through the gaping holes, bone was visible. Even the bones were broken, pieces of white debris flowing in the blood, spilling out through the holes.
The hacker is dead.
Su Zimai slightly lowered her head, gasping for breath.
She stared at the boy in the jumpsuit on the ground, confirmed that he had completely stopped breathing, and then stepped past the hacker's corpse, walking towards Ryukawa Chiba one step at a time.
Su Zimai looked up from beneath her disheveled hair; only Ryukawa Chiba's left hand remained. His right hand had been burned by a fireball. Blood was gushing from the severed wrist.
