Door#177.1 "Go or Stay"

The sun rose.

Minghao felt the warm air hit his face like the blade of a shredding knife. Bodies of fallen enemies laid around him.

The smell of flesh and metallic from both sides together with the dust made him feel sick. He looked down and saw his blood seeped through his crumpled shirt, leaving a dark red patch on it. The crimson liquid dripped off his fingertips and landed on the ground like an abandoned ink pen with ink cascading across the floor.

He limped back to his car and wiped of the pieces of sharp glass from the broken window which were sitting onto the driver’s seat.

“Ugh,” he winced as he perched down.

Catching his breath, he peeled off his sleeve gently, revealing his blood-filled knife cut wound on his arms, the uneven chunks of flesh laid disorderly in the horrifying wound. The skin surrounding was red, a sharp contrast to his skin.

Although he won from the fierce battle, fighting against skilled assassin from the same organization was hard. First of all, they traine