The man's eyes opened, and there was a moment of confusion on his face before his lips curled into a sinister smile, but then he felt a tear-jerking pain all over his body.

He frowned slightly, but his attention was drawn to four hooligans who were approaching the woman, who had a shocked expression on her face and her gaze was fixed on him.

He winked at that woman, and his gaze returned to the hooligans.

He really wanted to laugh from the bottom of his heart.

He had no energy left after the collision and accepted his fate. He knew that if he didn't get a body right away to stabilize his soul, he would perish. But who would have predicted that when he was ready to die, he was given a second chance?

But first, he must settle the issues at hand.

Meanwhile, the four hooligans came to a halt when they noticed the woman's stunned expression and her gaze fixed on something.

They followed her gaze and turned around, but were shocked to see that man's eyes were open and he had a grin on his face and was staring at them.

They had clearly witnessed the man's death, and he was now staring at them with his eyes wide open.

They looked at each other, surprised, but then burst out laughing.

"So you were just acting?" One of them guffawed and crouched down in front of the man, staring into his eyes, before pulling out a knife from his pocket and poking the man's chin.

A drop of blood slid down the man's chin, but he still grinned as he stared at the hooligan in front of him.

The hooligan's brow furrowed, and he felt slightly uneasy, as if something was off.

"What are you..." the hooligan abruptly came to a halt and fell down on his butt, the knife slipping from his grip. His eyes were filled with terror.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!! NOOO I AM INNOCENT"

He clutched his head, his eyes became bloodshot, and the veins on his forehead popped. The hooligan started screaming in terror as if he was living a nightmare.

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The other three were startled as they hurriedly grabbed the body of their partner. But to their surprise, their partner quickly grabbed the knife from the ground and attacked them madly.

"It's all your fault, bastards." He screamed and attacked the man next to him, stabbing him in the throat with his knife.

The man's eyes were wide open as he stared incredulously at his partner, who had stabbed him in the throat. Blood spurted from his throat like a fountain, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Anth," the other two yelled, unable to believe that one of them had died at the hands of their brother.

They looked at each other and kept dodging their brother's attack, who had clearly gone insane.

Suddenly, one of them saw an opening and tackled the man to the ground, snatched the knife from his grasp, and slashed his throat.

Clarity returned to the man's eyes, as did a look of disbelief. His body slithered across the ground. He wanted to say something, but as he opened his mouth, he coughed up blood and clenched his throat. He couldn't believe what had just happened to him.

His gaze was drawn to the two men in front of him before he took his last breath and stopped breathing.

The remaining two hooligans were stunned; they couldn't believe that two of their partners had died in minutes.

The dark valley was deafeningly quiet until a soft voice broke the silence.

"Enough of this game. I am bored"

Everyone's attention was drawn to the man, who was standing with his back to the wall and his hands crossed. Although he had previously been severely injured. But he appeared to be healed right now.

Yes, all of his injuries had been healed.

The man's eyes narrowed as he looked at the two hooligans in front of him.

Meanwhile, the remaining two hooligans couldn't believe what they were seeing. They stabbed this man four times, but he was still standing as if nothing had happened.

But then they remembered what had happened before. Their partner went insane and even killed one of their partners.

Their heart was thumping furiously, and their backs were drenched in sweat. Whatever was going on in front of them appeared supernatural.

They were hooligans, but only in front of ordinary people, not in front of someone who could make someone mad in a blink of an eye.

But they also knew that if they didn't act, they would die horribly.

They exchanged glances and nodded as if they had reached a decision.

Both of them had sinister expressions on their faces before they plopped on the ground and started begging. Even tears and snot started streaming down from their eyes and nose.

"Please spare us. We will do whatever you want." One of them pleaded.

The man's face was strange as he stared at the two of them in front of him before shaking his head and waving his hand.

The two hooligans collapsed before they could react. Their eyes were filled with terror before they died.

However, the man's face scrunched and he collapsed to the ground, his body shivering and blood oozing from his eyes and nose, but his gaze shifted to the girl who was still slumped on the ground. Her eyes were filled with shock, and her mind appeared to be lost.