The story unfolded as Jilin vividly described it.
As Jilin continued speaking, all the color drained from Lau Kin-ming's face until it grew as pale as paper. A fine layer of sweat beaded across his forehead.
Minute by minute passed. When Jilin finally finished telling the entire story, Lau Kin-ming felt a bone-chilling cold surge up from his spine and rapidly spread through his whole body. He trembled involuntarily, swaying like a flickering candle in the wind. Only then did he suddenly realize that the cigarette he had been gripping tightly in his hand was thoroughly soaked with sweat.
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