C218 Dividing the Spoils on the Spot

With a muffled thud, Mu Xiaodong's battered body hit the ground hard, blood splattering everywhere. His eyes had lost their focus, silent and lifeless. A gaping hole through the void made his demise appear all the more gruesome.

Blood, not yet clotted, poured from his wounds in torrents, quickly drenching his corpse. The air was thick with the stench of blood