Stepping out of the café, Ye Xiong's mood grew heavy once more.
Memories came flooding back, one scene after another. More than a year had passed, and he thought he had forgotten so many things. Now, he realized they had merely been pushed to a corner of his mind, deliberately ignored. Once recalled, they surged forth even more powerfully.
He pulled a worn, old photo from his clothes. It showed six people.
Huaxia's most mysterious unit, the Ice King, Six-man Squad. They were ruthless killing machines, and now, only he remained. They had once stacked their hands together, vowing to live and die as one, promising that no one would be sacrificed. Yet, a single wrong decision had obliterated the entire squad.
"Just one order and you shrug off all responsibility? Bullshit," Ye Xiong cursed, placing the photo back inside his clothes and striding away.
