At this moment, Li Shang and Chang Erbing felt their blood freeze, a glacial chill passed over their necks, as if the scythe of the Death God had already lightly kissed them.
The breath of death was so close, close enough to smell its cold, metallic rust.
With a shared understanding, a single thought burst into both their minds: I'm going to die!!!
Yet.....
The tearing pain they expected did not arrive, nor did the engulfing darkness come as anticipated.
It seemed to last as long as a century.
Until outside the factory, there came the distinct roar of a car engine starting.
The sound was so familiar, so pleasant to their ears, it was their blue and white car.
A massive sense of post-crisis collapse instantly overwhelmed the two of them.
Chang Erbing's legs went soft, and with a "thud," he collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mush.
