Ma Manjiang, dominated by the Butterfly, was getting closer, his chest pressed against that kindly honest face, followed by a group of deceived children.
Seeing Ma Manjiang's ferocious smile, Han Fei knew he could not break free, so he took out the sharpest fragment of the teacup from his pocket and slit his own throat.
"Ma Manjiang, I'll wait for you in the deepest part of Hell!"
Blood blurred his vision, intense pain arose, and his heart beat slower and slower.
Han Fei knew he couldn't fall into Ma Manjiang's hands, he had to ensure his own death.
...
Opening his eyes, Han Fei instinctively covered his neck.
"Ma Manjiang is running this way, I absolutely can't delay any longer."
Climbing out of the cabinet storing medicines, Han Fei smashed the teacup and quickly carved his name on his arm, then hid the teacup fragments in his pocket.