Killing in a fit of rage
Translator: Sparrow Translations Editor: Sparrow Translations
"I said, make sure he..." The soldier unconsciously turned to his back. He realized that there was a youth standing by his side.
The youth was dressed in a blue long-sleeved shirt. He still looked quite immature and couldn't be more than 15 or 16 years old.
He had been staying in the Northern Mountain Village for more than a month but he had never seen this youth. This youth must be the "Zhengzhi" the villagers have been talking about.
Why would he be by my side all of a sudden?
He was clearly at the perimeter of the square just moments ago.
There were at least a few hundred meters between the edge and the middle of the square. More importantly, the square was filled with tables and villagers.
How did he manage to get here so quickly...
Just as the soldier was preparing to bellow, he felt his throat contract. When he looked down, he saw a hand gripping his neck. Then, he felt his legs lift off the ground.