Ling Haoyan's eyes were wide open.
Although he was staring at Lin Fan without blinking, his eyes were vacant, as if he were dazed at the air.
He couldn't control his body anymore, his limbs trembled involuntarily.
Dongmen Buju didn't say anything else, just patted his shoulder, placed the military knife in his hand, and stepped aside, hands behind his back, watching with interest.
Ling Haoyan's gaze was erratic, seemingly seeking help. But he didn't dare ask Dongmen Buju, only disorientedly glanced at the crowd around, hoping someone would mercifully kill Lin Fan for him.
"Ling attendant, please go ahead."
Dongmen Buju said softly.
Ling Haoyan made a rustling sound, looked at Dongmen Buju with a mournful face, a plea for mercy evident.
The spectators were excited and thrilled initially.
