The young man with the snake tattoo on his collarbone finally got up from the old, disused machine. It also seemed like the machine couldn't escape the fire that devoured the building all those years ago, and it was no wonder no one was able to figure out what kind of machine it was.
The man no longer sat on the rusty machine and carelessly threw his cigarette on the ground before using his shoe to step on it to put out the fire.
Smirking at the older man, he brought his long legs to approach the man and stopped walking right in front of the pink-haired man. From a distance, it could be seen that the two men were of the same height, and it was also seen that they were both tall and slender.
Keeping his eyes fixed on the older man's pair of blue eyes, the tattooed man suddenly placed his hand on the man's shoulder. "Are you sure you want to report me to the police because I killed my grandmother, Brother Tian?" He asked calmly.
