Chapter 70: The Killers This Time Are of Poor Quality - Part 3

The flames writhed and leapt, clawing and devouring the scraps of paper and clothing until, after a while, they turned to grey ash. The man watched as the embers were caught in the water, spinning into eddies before vanishing from sight, and he slowly let out a breath of relief.

He returned to the living room and eyed the man handcuffed in the corner, filled with confusion.

The unsettling smirk, the nonchalant demeanor, and the clear, composed line of thought in such circumstances—although Chen Xiao had not disclosed who he was, the man had already labeled him in his mind as one of those psychopathic killers frequently mentioned in the news.

"Ah... I don't know if it's good luck or bad luck," the man thought, and tossed another cup of milk to Chen Xiao, "Whatever it is, he seems to be really helping me."