"Sir! Sir, can you hear me?!" Cheng Ming involuntarily raised his voice, remembering that the old gatekeeper was a bit hard of hearing, but surely not this deaf.
Cheng Ming was practically yelling into his ear.
Yet, the old gatekeeper remained unresponsive.
Cheng Ming was getting anxious. He immediately reached out to pat the old gatekeeper's shoulder, but just at that moment, the gatekeeper suddenly tilted his head, causing Cheng Ming's hand, meant to land on the shoulder, to slap directly onto the old man's head.
What happened next was something Cheng Ming could never have anticipated—the gatekeeper's head was like a cream cake that disintegrated under Cheng Ming's light touch. The gory mass of flesh and blood splattered onto Cheng Ming's palm, and an eyeball popped out through the security booth's window, rolling into the nearby shrubbery.
