8.111 Doomed To Lose*

Both of them noticed his presence at the same time. The man whom Luan was holding down was thin and scrawny. His chin was overly sharp, and his protruded front teeth and sunken eyes made him look like a rat. "Hey, buddy!" The man called out, pleading. "Help me out here? I will share—"

Lu Yizhou grabbed hold of the man's head and — crack! — broke his neck in one swift movement. Even until his last breath, the man's expression was frozen in the state of disbelief and consternation, unable to guess how he had offended the devil… 

Luan let go of his grip, causing the man to fall to the ground. He raised his brow in inquiry. 

Lu Yizhou knew what he wanted to ask. His expression was cold as he said, "I won't be able to clear the game anyway. Rather than letting him escape only for him to call people here tomorrow, it's better to kill him right here and now."