The Black-robed Man moved like the wind, disappearing from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye, leaving behind only a cold corpse and the heavy stench of blood.
In the traitor's wide-open eyes, fear and remorse were intertwined. As he drew his last breath, a turbid tear slipped from the corner of his eye, putting a desolate full stop to his betrayal.
"He... he actually..." Fatty Wang pointed at the corpse on the ground, stammering and unable to complete a sentence. This sudden turn of events had happened too fast; everyone present had yet to react or comprehend what had just taken place.
Chapter 23