No way, did you actually kill?
That's a senator, not just some random Joe.
"Heh heh— heh heh heh—"
Oda Hidehiko was still breathing, his chest heaving violently, looking up at Aoyama Xiu Xin in terror, eyes full of shock and defiance. Only now did he truly feel fear, pleading timidly: "No… don't, I beg… please…"
If he had known earlier that Aoyama Xiu Xin was a madman.
He definitely wouldn't have dared to provoke him just now.
"Bang!" Aoyama Xiu Xin remained silent, expressionless, lifting the chair again and again and smashing it down over his head. Blood splattered everywhere, the stains blossoming like plum flowers on his white shirt.
Only after Oda Hidehiko's face was completely disfigured and he had finally died did Aoyama Xiu Xin put down the chair, exhale, and wipe the blood and sweat from his face.
"This senator's blood is no different from that of a street thug, after all. It's all red, all bloody."
