At 7 o'clock in the evening, the school gate was crowded with cars coming to pick up students, and there were also many students rushing home like arrows, making it extremely crowded.

  Outside, small food stalls were operating one by one with bright lights, waiting for students who came to eat after studying.

  On the pitch-black road where street lamps are very scarce, trees have large branches and twigs that intersect with each other.

  A calm and cool young man was being followed by a man at a moderate pace behind him.

  That man had a messy beard and a sinister gaze. His large pants pockets were bulging, it was unclear what he had stuffed in them.

  The road ahead became increasingly deserted, and even the shops gradually disappeared. For a moment, only the young man and the strong man behind him were left around.

  Chen Mo gazed at the figure in front of him, illuminated by the lamp light, slowly raising an axe and approaching him. The corners of his mouth curled up into a subtle arc, while his pair of dark eyes hidden behind the shadows were unfathomably deep.

  The strong man plucked up his courage and raised his axe to strike Chen Mo's occipital bone.

  But unexpectedly, the young man suddenly turned his head, a pair of eyes cold as if they were unmelting ice.

  Zhuang Han was startled and suddenly slowed down——

  The young man dodged the axe and kicked his stomach with a bent leg.

  The sturdy man let out a pained cry and his hand holding the axe loosened and fell to the ground.

  Chen Mo Dian calmly pulled out a pair of disposable gloves from his pocket and put them on, then picked up the axe on the ground.

  He slightly twisted his neck and made a crisp "crack" sound.

  "I'm going to die."

  The young man's voice was extremely calm, except for a slight hoarseness, and no emotional ups and downs could be heard.

  The burly man looked at the youth holding an axe in front of him, and couldn't help but continuously back away. His upper body was as tense as a tightly strung bowstring, with sweat trickling down his cheek.

  "What...do you want to do..." The voice involuntarily carried a hint of fear and a faint tremble.

  "Do unto me as you would have me do unto you."

  The young man slightly raised his head, and the dark eyes hidden behind his black messy hair appeared.

  It's not the indifference and calmness that a person of his age should have.

  He slowly raised his foot and walked towards him at a steady pace under the gaze of the robust man's terrified eyes.

  His tall figure was reflected on the ground by the dim light not far away.

  Between the moon and shadow.

  Like an executioner from hell.

  The strong man was about to run away, but before he could take two steps, the young man grabbed his neck and pinned him to the ground.

  It's really unimaginable that such a strong man would be stopped by a thin and weak boy with just one move.

  His heart suddenly rose to his throat, and he didn't dare move at all. He could only hear the intense pounding of his own heartbeat.

  "Murder... is against the law!"

  Chen Mo couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter upon hearing this.

  His gaze was like the pitch-black sky at this moment, bringing endless despair to the strong man.

  The young man calmly raised his axe and chopped at his own hand.

  The strong man let out a loud cry and desperately shouted for help.

  But here in the wilderness near the mountain road, there are few people even during the day, let alone at night?

  Crimson blood flowed out of his body, but not a single drop splashed onto the young man.

  The strong man struggled desperately, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free from his grasp and was pinned firmly to the ground.

  He couldn't help but feel a little desperate, "Please, spare me..."

  "Who brought you here." The young man's low voice was a little hoarse.

  "I...I don't..." His words were cut off as another wave of pain shot through his back, and he couldn't help but open his mouth to its widest extent, as if the louder he yelled, the more the pain would gradually subside.

  His tears mixed with snot stuck on his face, "It's Cheng Hu! Please spare me!"

  But there was no response behind him, calm as if it were hell.

  As his pain eased a bit and no new wounds appeared, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

  This young man is still afraid of prison...

  But didn't think ——

  A sharp pain that made him tear his heart and lungs came from his neck, and in an instant, his eyes with terror slowly dispersed.

  A head rolled out with a loud thud...

  Chen Mo remained calm and composed, her expression solemn as she sprayed a faintly pungent mint-scented perfume onto the corpse.

  Then calmly took off his gloves and lit them with a lighter.

  So dark is the night, all sounds are hushed.

  The suffocating silence is like a tidal wave about to engulf everything.

  Is it a tiger?

  It's still not time to kill.

  Everyone in school knows that he was bullied by Cheng Hu recently, and he has a strong motive for the crime. If Cheng Hu is dead, it would be easy to suspect him.

  Still need...

  Let Cheng Hu transfer his bullying target.