The bullet suspended about five centimeters from the youthful heart, as if something had caught hold of it, hovering in mid-air and spinning on the spot.
His starry eyes slightly lifted; the youth sidestepped the bullet and continued up the stairs. Suddenly, the bullet veered, narrowly grazing Bi Xia and effortlessly embedding itself in the man's heart.
The man fell to the ground, eyes wide open. As if nothing had happened, the youth slowly approached him, kneeling down to look at the death-defying man. Bi Xia gently raised his hand and closed the man's eyes, saying lightly, "Don't die with regrets. Your hands are stained with blood. Today's ending should have been expected."
He straightened up, turned coldly towards the bodies littered on the stairs. Bi Xia, hands in pockets, looked down at them from above, "Did you see?"
