Zhao Baotian's legs were shaking. They gave way, and he slumped down onto the ground. He stared at "Zhao Baolin" before him with a look of terror on his face.
"Don't come closer, don't come closer..." Zhao Baotian kept repeating.
He wanted to retreat with all his might but couldn't draw any strength to move.
"Why were you so cruel as to kill me? Third Bro, I treated you so well."
"I am so cold and lonely down here. Come and accompany me, won't you?"
"I am so cold. Third Bro, can you warm me?"
...
Zhao Baotian felt something cold and slippery wrap around his ankle.
He wanted to scream for help as his eyes popped wide open, but it was as though something was caught in his throat. He could not utter a sound at all.
Big Bro had returned.
Big Bro had come to settle the score with him!
He was going to die today.
His mind went blank, save for the thought of Zhao Baolin returning to seek revenge.