Eugene saw Harold rushing in and immediately stepped forward with a hint of flattery on his face: "Boss! He..."
Harold had no intention of listening to him. All his attention was focused on the "corpse".
The bodyguards cautiously surrounded the body, keeping their guns pointed at the "corpse".
Harold pushed aside the bodyguards in front of him and walked to the booth impatiently with an extreme excitement of revenge and the possibility of desecrating his mortal enemy with his own hands.
He wanted to see clearly the dead face that kept him awake at night and tormented him!
Under the dim ceiling light, Reeves' eyes were tightly closed, and his face looked even paler and more lifeless against the backdrop of blood. There was an obvious black wound on the side of his cheekbone, caused by the high temperature of the bullet, mixed with the "blood" that had not yet dried up, which was shocking.
"Haha...hahaha..." Harold let out a strange hoarse laugh from his throat.
He bent down, almost getting close to Ribs' "corpse", wanting to admire the death of his most hated enemy up close, and even wanted to poke that face with his hand.
However, just as Harold excitedly approached—
Those tightly closed eyes suddenly opened without any warning!
There was a coldness and darkness in his pupils, and a suffocating depth that penetrated the soul!
"Uh...!!!" The wild laughter on Harold's face froze instantly, and his eyeballs bulged out of extreme fear!
His mind was completely blank, and he didn't even have time to utter any complete syllables. He only squeezed out a short, sharp, inhuman sound from the depths of his throat: "Uh! Ho--"
Immediately afterwards, Harold lost control of his body completely. His legs went limp and he fell straight back on his buttocks without any dignity, like a rotten wooden stake that was suddenly chopped off, and sat heavily on the cold ground!
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