Two minutes later.
Pighead Zhao Zhixin and Foxface Hong Ya walked in.
Each of them was carrying a heavy black body bag in their hands. The material of the bag was very special, with excellent sealing qualities, not a drop of blood seeped through.
Then, Zhao Zhixin pulled open the zipper of one of the body bags. Inside lay Liu Yang, quiet and headless.
Zhao Zhixin carefully moved Liu Yang's headless body out, as if placing a fragile piece of cargo. He found an appropriate spot by the wall and leaned the body there.
Then, he continued to take out Liu Yang's head from the body bag, gently placing it on the neck.
Next, he suddenly slapped the head with such force that it shot out, crashing against the wall and leaving a bright red mark.
Subsequently, the head tumbled in the air, ultimately falling to the ground, rolling to a stop by Yuan Xidi's feet.
"Only one left, not very harmonious." Wang Yu frowned; as an artist, he was very particular about composition.
