Some compare the workplace to a catwalk, some to an arena, but Han Fei's workplace wasn't quite like either; it more closely resembled a slaughterhouse.
Colleagues who had been arguing just two days ago were suddenly opening up their bellies and demanding people from him, a kind of workplace relationship that most people would find difficult to cultivate.
Looking at the seriously ill security guard, Han Fei also felt pity, and without another word, he gripped the handle of the saber tightly.
"You must be in great pain, right? If that's the case, better a short pain than a long one."
To heal his newly met colleague, Han Fei decided to administer a strong dose of medicine. After a person's soul scattered, their pain would also disappear, thereby solving the problem at its root.
Swinging the saber with all his might, specks of Yinghuo appeared in the night, that ephemeral glow crossing Li Daxing's neck.