But he was not a natural executioner, after all. The enforced erasure of the traces of a life still left his nerves in a state of fatigued tension.
He thought that after this event, it was necessary to undergo some combat training, to gain control over his growing strength.
This time it was the motorcyclist; what if one day he accidentally harmed someone around him...
Just then, with a soft "click," the bathroom door lock was opened from the outside.
Lin Yu'an's body instantly tensed, like a leopard poised to pounce, and he suddenly opened his eyes!
Already, he had retrieved his Glock from his space, aiming at the doorway, ready to shoot at any moment!
There stood Emily, wearing only a set of tight, black lace underwear, her voluptuous and powerful curves faintly visible amidst the misty steam.
She showed no sign of shyness, her clear blue eyes calmly and boldly meeting Lin Yu'an's gaze, undaunted by the gun.
