With a groan, his eyes widened as he convulsed. Soon, he turned stiff. He was rooted in place with no signs of breath.

"Hey! What are you dawdling for? If you can't do it, we'll go instead. Don't make us wait longer!"

"That's right! There are so many of us waiting for our turn. Can you be faster?"

Nobody noticed anything strange. They were rushing him instead.

"Hey! We're talking to you. Are you deaf?"

A muscular man walked up and nudged his shoulder. Immediately, like a statue that had lost its balance, the bald man toppled to the ground.

The muscular man was shocked and extended out his hand. "What the fuck? He's not breathing!"

He'd just finished his sentence when another faint whistle was heard. A second gold needle sliced through the air and embedded straight between his brows. Falling to the ground with his head up, he died instantly.

"What's happening?" Everyone looked at each other in dismay. They only reacted when they saw blood between the victims' eyebrows.