"You... you’re just letting us go like this?" Qi Tianzong’s voice trembled, his body unable to stop shivering.
His nerves, taut as bowstrings, had been braced for any kind of punishment, yet this unexpected outcome left him feeling unsettled and disoriented. Under the pitch-black night, shrouded in thick, hazy mist, he gazed at the seemingly fragile figure before him. A complex storm of emotions stirred within—was it the relief of having survived a brush with death, or the lingering, gnawing anxiety of a heart still held in suspense?
Beside him, the Scarface Henchman stood equally stunned. His broken arm hung limply at his side, the blood already congealed into a dark, gruesome crimson that looked particularly hideous in the gloom. The two men looked at one another, their hearts filled with disbelief.
Chapter 69