"A member of the India Team has been killed. The China Team is awarded 4 points..."
"Two little tigers, two little tigers, running fast, running fast, one has no ears, one has no eyes, how strange, how strange..."
Wen Lie hummed a tune out of key, his right arm hanging limp like an appendage, his shoulder unnaturally swollen and twisted, bright red blood dripping from his shattered ear.
Chapter 37