Plkch!
Blood splattered all over his chest.
The excited Wang Shoutao shuddered and stared at the man in front of him in disbelief.
"W-why…"
Plkch!
The short sword went in again, deeper this time, and came out of his back.
Wang Shoutao, who was terrified, confused, angry, and indignant, died before he could get an answer.
Pu!
The man pulled out his short sword, flung away the beads of blood on it, and licked his lips.
He gently pushed Wang Shoutao's body to the ground and smiled evilly.
"Why?
"A stupid pig is a stupid pig. You even asked?
"Don't you know that the best way to make sure a person keeps a secret is to turn him into a corpse?
"Only the dead can keep secrets!
"Pui!"
He lowered his head and spat on Wang Shoutao's corpse. Then, without looking back, he turned around and walked towards the door.