Xue Yang was walking around the streets, a satisfied and cruel grin on his face. Last night he had again killed some people, just for fun. He was holding a basket with vegetables in his hand, humming a bit.

He walked past a small shop and grabbed some jewellery. The man screamed at him, but Xue Yang just glared at him with a murderous intent in his eyes and the man quickly shuts his mouth.

Xue Yang snickers and continues walking, looking at the jewellery that he had just had just stolen.