Just then, after finishing his meal, Justin Huang walked over, his fists cracking loudly as his body swelled. He grabbed Leo Lee's head and slammed his fist into Leo's chest.
With a sickening splatter, Leo Lee spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Speak up. Doesn't feel good, does it? After all, I used to be a test subject for the Immortality Society. My fists are different from Ethan Zhang's—they can strike directly into your body.
Justin Huang spoke again, his fists cracking as he landed another blow. Leo Lee's mouth gaped open in agony. At that moment, I saw Leo's eyes start to glaze over as the rest of the Ghost Burial Squad rushed to stop Justin.
Come on, keep going, heh.
Leo Lee laughed again. Facing someone like him—utterly unafraid of death, unfazed by torture—was a real headache. I wondered how I could get anything out of him, when suddenly, I heard a voice behind me. Hugh Thompson had returned.
Hold on, don't kill him.
Hugh Thompson was breathing heavily as he walked over, glanced at Leo Lee, and smiled.
This face of yours is fake too, isn't it? Hugh Thompson said, picking up a file and reading aloud: "Leo Lee, born in 1963, started out in business, got rich, but was hospitalized with cancer in his forties. After that, there’s no record of him."
Hugh Thompson finished speaking, tossed the file aside, and picked up a sharp knife.
Stab me anywhere you want—my eyes, my ears, even my tongue.
Leo Lee kept grinning wickedly. Hugh Thompson moved beside him, pressed down on his head, and sliced into Leo's chin with the knife. Then, with a harsh rip, Hugh tore off Leo's skin, leaving his face a bloody mess.
Goosebumps crawled over my skin. Some members of the Ghost Burial Squad even screamed. Everyone stared at Leo Lee's face—burnt and unrecognizable, the skin looking artificially grafted with added materials.
At that moment, an image flashed in my mind. When I went to George Guo’s house with Rachel Lan and the others to solve the previous case, George dodged the flying door, but I hadn’t. Now, I understand why.
If George Guo had been hit in the face by the door, his face would’ve collapsed too. That’s why he dodged.
Does my face look good?
Leo Lee laughed as he spoke.
You look like a monster, heh. Leo Lee, are you really not going to talk?
Hugh Thompson asked. Leo Lee closed his eyes and laughed wildly.
Underworld Denizens dare to interfere with our business? Heh, fine. I hope you won’t regret today’s decision.