The man with glasses looked helpless and stopped a passing taxi.

The driver was a warm and welcoming man. He quickly got out to help with the luggage. "You two don't look like locals. Are you visiting Xinjiang City?"

"The company requires me to go on a business trip." The man with glasses said lightly and sat in the back seat.

The boy was sitting aside, but his game console ran out of battery, so he put it back into his small backpack in boredom.

He looked up at the driver in the main passenger seat, tilted his head slightly, and his eyes flashed with a few gleams.

The driver looked in the front mirror and couldn't help asking, "Kid, don't you feel stuffy wearing this mask?"

"It's boring, but I can't pick it." said the boy.

"Why?" The driver glanced at the man with glasses and half-jokingly said, "Do you have dentures? Are you wearing them because you're afraid your uncle will laugh at you?"

"It's okay. It's dark in the car and uncle can't see you. It's stuffy wearing it, so take it off."

The boy looked at the driver and said seriously, "Uncle, if I take off my mask, something bad will happen."

"In this year, I was asked to take off my mask only twice, and both times, someone died."

The driver scratched his head and wondered what this meant. Why is this child not very good at speaking?

The man with glasses tapped his phone with his fingers, put it down and said, "Drive carefully, it's dark at night and you can't be distracted."

The driver listened and had to focus on the road ahead.

…

At the same time, in another street alley.

There were thugs lying all over the ground, their shrill screams gradually turning into weak groans, their hands and feet were twisted off, the scene was very horrifying.

A blond man came out with injuries on his face and picked up the broken headphones on the ground.

Sighing, the blond man turned back to look at the thugs, "You have to pay for the headphones I just bought."

"Boy, do you know whose territory this is? Our boss won't let you go!" A yellow-haired man stared at the blond man and said harshly.

The blond man laughed, walked over, grabbed the yellow-haired man's hair and lifted it up. His face was calm the previous second, but became very ferocious the next second.

"Do you want to see your heart? I've tried many times, and when I take it out, it can still beat a few times. Do you want to try it?"

As he spoke, a hand grabbed his chest, and five fingers pierced into his flesh.

Huangmao felt a stinging pain. Looking at that terrifying murderous look, he immediately became intimidated and said in panic: "Brother, I was just joking. Let...let me go."

The blond man's hands did not stop, his nails had completely pierced into the flesh, and his shirt was soon stained red...

"Madman! Madman!" The yellow-haired man struggled frantically, shouting for help.

The blond man smelled the scent of blood, and his strong desire to kill seemed to have formed another personality, constantly speaking in his mind.

"Just kill him. No one will know. We need to vent a little, right?"

"You shouldn't be controlled by others. Killing is your nature!"

"So what if I'm back home? It's just like overseas. Kill whenever you want. Be obedient, take out the heart, enjoy its heat, feel its beating! It's satisfying, isn't it?"

"Quick, kill him!"

The voice kept ringing in his mind, and the blond man's face kept twitching, becoming more and more ferocious.

Soon, he calmed down and pulled his hand away.

Huangmao was so scared that he almost fainted. When he saw the other party retract his hand, he felt like he had come back from the gates of hell.

However, in the next second, his pupils suddenly contracted.

I just felt a chill in my chest.

When Huangmao came to his senses, a bloody heart was already in front of him.

The blond man smiled with a sickly excited smile: "See, your heart is still beating!"

The yellow-haired man opened his eyes wide, opened his mouth, and his body twitched a few times before he stopped moving.

When the heat of the heart disappeared and it stopped beating, the smile on the blond man's face disappeared, just like the boredom after desire. He crushed the heart and threw the cold corpse aside like garbage.

The blond man yawned, shook the blood off his hands, and prepared to leave.

The other thugs lying on the ground were stunned, and then screamed in horror: "Murder... Murder! Murder!"

The blond man stopped.

He shook his head helplessly: "What a hassle."

After saying that, he turned around and walked back into the alley.

About five minutes later, the alley became quiet and the blond man walked out covered in blood.

In the alley, due to the lack of light, one could only see some broken limbs and pieces of flesh scattered on the ground. The pungent and rich smell of blood filled the air, making one feel suffocated.

At this time, the phone rang.

The blond man picked it up and pressed the answer button.

"Where are you now? The person who picked you up said he didn't see you." The person speaking on the other end of the phone was Mr. Fang.

"Oh, sorry, I was hungry when I got off the bus, so I went to eat some rice noodles. I'm just leaving the store now." The blond man smiled and spoke with a hint of embarrassment in his tone. The morbidity from a few minutes ago was completely gone.

"Is it really just a meal and a midnight snack? Don't cause any trouble for me. I don't want to help you clean up your mess!" Old Fang said with a hint of doubt.

"Don't worry, Mr. Fang. I've been overseas for a while now, and my personality has changed a long time ago. I'm a completely different person now, and I'm very well-behaved." The blond man smiled honestly.

Only half of his face was stained with blood, which made him look a little scary...

"Within ten minutes, I want the person who is picking you up to see you, otherwise you will bear the consequences yourself." Mr. Fang didn't waste any more words. After saying this, he hung up the phone.

Hearing the beeping sound, the smile on the blond man's face disappeared, and a cold look appeared on his face.

He put down his phone and looked at the clothes that were stained red and even had some pieces of flesh hanging on them, with impatience and disgust on his face.

"Tsk, I really want to kill this old man..."