Blood splattered onto Ye Chen's clothes, onto the cigarette dangling from his mouth, extinguishing it; and onto his eyes, yet he didn't even blink. Everyone at the scene was shocked as they watched a head roll several times on the ground, its eyes not having the chance to close.
"Ah!" A shrill scream from a woman echoed through the crowd.
"Mama…" Cries of children, screams of women, and the chanting of prayers from closed-eyed ladies resounded at the entrance of the hospital. The reporters were all petrified and, holding their cameras, began to film as Ye Chen held the bloody machete and looked up at the sun. He muttered, "Mrs. Liu, I've avenged you!"
Clang!
Ye Chen dropped the steel knife to the ground. He took a drag from the cigarette in his mouth, realized it had gone out, and simply threw it onto the ground.