With a swish.
Everyone impatiently turned their attention to Ling Haoyan, pulling faces and rolling their eyes, shaking their heads helplessly.
"Ling Attendant, you're shouting quite loudly, but why don't you make a move?"
Ling Haoyan stood like a statue, as if under an Immobilization Spell. Were it not for his slightly trembling raised hand, the crowd might have thought he was petrified.
The expression on his face was extremely complex.
Fear.
Terror.
Fright.
Nervousness.
His features were twisted beyond recognition, tears, snot, and saliva mixed together, covering his entire face. He didn't seem like someone about to kill, rather someone about to be killed.
Only because he held a military knife, did the crowd not think he was about to die any second.
"Ling Attendant, how long do you plan to keep this pose? Give me a heads up so I can decide if I should go take a dump. Watching you kill people has cured my constipation."
