Fierce Battle

An licked the dried blood at the corner of his mouth and approached with narrowed eyes. “Who are you?”

If necessary, he would have to take this guy out too.

“Shack. You can call me Shack.” Completely unfazed by An's current appearance, the man replied with keen interest, “And you? What should I call you?”

“An. An Xilei.” An began figuring out how to take this guy out. He was taller and bigger than An, and certainly didn't look like a fool.

“From the Xilei family? That explains it.” Shack's smile deepened.

“You saw?”

“I got here before those two idiots.” Shack casually pointed at the people lying on the ground.

“Then why...?” An had never met anyone like him. Yes, the man before him wasn't an idiot. He might even be smarter than An.

“What does it have to do with me, my dear An?”

An raised an eyebrow in displeasure. Another homosexual. He hated gays.

“But murder is punishable by death, you know.” Shack continued as if he hadn't noticed An's expression at all.

“The mentally ill aren't held responsible for murder.” An licked the blood at the corner of his mouth again.

Shack burst out laughing, open and cheerful, unlike the spring breeze.

“Looks like I've struck gold, my dear An,” Shack said with a laugh.

An, standing opposite him, smiled too. He was starting to like him.

The spring breeze swirled between them, lifting a flurry of green.

The year was 2050 AD, Earth Day 2955439.

Two people who should never have met crossed paths in the largest psychiatric hospital in the Americas.

Five minutes later, the old era would be destroyed by a terrorist attack.

The stage of history would open its curtains once more for these two.