He sat in a restaurant contemplating his next move, impatiently. He had very little time. He wanted to take his revenge, desperately. The man, who cheated on his mother years ago; his father, he didn’t deserve to live. His blood boiled with hatred.
His eyes suddenly fell on the chopstick lying near his food-tray. An idea sparked. Taking the chopstick, he slowly stepped out of the restaurant and hurried to his hotel room.
Opening his ice-cabinet, he knew exactly what he had to do.
Next day, news flashed – the man’s murder.
Murder weapon - An Ice-Chopstick ~ melted and untraceable!
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