"Ugh..."
Zhao Si's eyes suddenly bulged as if they were about to pop out, uttering such a low, strange noise from his mouth, and then blood started seeping from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.
He was bleeding from all seven orifices!
As the light of shock in Zhao Si's eyes gradually faded and disappeared, his life came to an end.
Shen Wuben, on the other hand, acted as if he hadn't killed a person but merely crushed an ant, completely indifferent, merely pulling out a white handkerchief from his body and gently wiping his palms, as if Zhao Si's head and hair had sullied them.
"If you can't even handle such a trivial matter, then what's the use of keeping you around..."
While wiping his palms, he spoke with an extremely calm tone, without any obvious sarcasm or mockery, but rather a sense of cold indifference.