Chapter 385: Ten-step Flying Mace (1/2)

In order to stop the bleeding, he used a match to burn the wound. He had originally planned to avoid going outside for a few days but never expected the situation to develop in this direction. Knowing it might be a trap, he simply drank dirty toilet water to quench his thirst. Finally, when he couldn't bear it any longer, he slipped down to a tobacco shop to buy some water and was arrested.

Three days later, we met a healthy Xiao Dawei sitting in the interrogation room with a sneer on his face.

”Are you more energetic now?” I asked, taking a seat in front of him.

”You policemen have no guts. All you can do is stoop to shameless tricks,” he mocked. “Fight me one-on-one if you dare! None of you can beat me!”

Xiaotao ridiculed, ”So you fled that night and were arrested for a sip of water. What a hero!”

”You little bitch, if you weren’t wearing that uniform, I’d fuck you till I get bored. And then I’ll...” cursed the man.

Xiao Dawei suddenly screamed at this moment, shaking as if he had received an electric shock as he tried to scooch backwards.

I stared at him with the Eyes of Yama for five seconds, refusing to stop until he begged for mercy. Then, I opened a bottle of milk and finished it. How dare he insult Xiaotao in front of me! It seemed like the man no longer had the desire to live!

The greatest advantage of the Eyes of Yama was the fact such an attack couldn’t be considered torture in the eyes of the law. Yet, the agony it inflicted was far worse than any physical pain.

I wiped away the milk at the corners of my mouth, ”Go on then, big hero!”

Unaware of what had happened, Xiao Dawei looked at me with the fear a deer would have confronting a tiger, too frightened to speak.

”Explain yourself. Why did you kill them?!” demanded Xiaotao.

I never imagined how happy this guy would be confessing to his crimes. He explained that he was impulsive and irritable when he was younger, and because he had injured some people, he was imprisoned. There, he met some impressive inmates who taught him their skills. For example, his killer move with a mace was taught by a martial arts master.

After he was released, he couldn’t find employment because of his criminal record. He mixed in with the sordid, bottom rungs of society and did everything, living like a rat in the gutter.

Just looking at the wealthy made him boil with rage at how unfair the world was!

In the winter of 1999, he followed a rich woman home, raped her and then killed her. Watching the rich beg for mercy before him and struggle like a dog gave him a rush of power–the feeling of stepping on others and holding their fate in his hands made him euphoric.

He killed in the spur of the moment, without premeditation. Once he was ill and had no money to go to the hospital for treatment. Thus, he was upset after recovery. When he bumped into a doctor going home from work, he killed the doctor.

Over the years, he moved from place to place, having no fixed home. On his journeys, he made friends of the same “trade.” One time, when they were drinking and chatting, a man who committed a massacre boasted that his city was still in panic.

Then, another man scoffed and said that was nothing. He boasted that his previous case was adapted into a movie and became a household name. Even after watching the movie several times by himself, he still felt delighted.

Murderers also had their dignity and desire to keep up with the competition. By contrast, Xiao Dawei was a loser among murderers. Although he had killed many, he was still considered a small-time murderer with no sensational works to speak of. He failed to go down in history like these two predecessors.

Xiao Dawei held on to that thought, constantly cudgeling his brains for an idea that would shock the world.