Experts compete, every move is lethal

"Oh, come on! I purposefully called you, and you're calling me heartless? What kind of a heart do you want your sister to have, huh?"

The trailing notes lingered.

However, Hiram Bailey was feeling uncomfortable all over: "If you're worried, there should be some practical actions. Are you coming back?"

Stirring the spoon at the bottom of the cup, Melody Bailey loosened her grip, looking out the window and said in a light and relaxed voice, "I couldn't make time, so I'm not coming back for now."

Hiram Bailey's voice grew heavier: "I'm fucking dying over here."

"Aren't you not dead yet? You sound so full of energy."

Hiram Bailey: "..."

He had spoken too forcefully just now, causing a slight pain in his waist wound and churning in his stomach. His face turned a bit pale, and his breath quivered. Melody couldn't see or hear any of this, of course, so she had no idea. In the end, she simply said, "Take good care of your injury."

"That's it?"