Han Jin and Reg looked silently at Paul. Neither of them had the heart to kill him, though Guevara had made it clear that killing him would be a mercy.

The black spots on Paul's face started to spread even quicker. Even without a mirror, he could feel the changes on his own face. He reached out his hand, but a slight touch would make the black spots fester and cause a piercing pain. The more painful he was, the more he wanted to figure out what had happened to his face, and the more eager he was to touch it.

Finally, Paul suddenly darted out straightly to the guards, who were all scared out of their wits and quickly picked up their spears against him.

"What happened? What's wrong with me?!" Paul roared. He entirely neglected the spears and frantically tried to seize someone. The soldier closest to him neither dared to fight back nor to let Paul grab him, and could only continuously retreat with his spear raised.

"Kill him," Reg ordered through gritted teeth.

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