The man's gaze at Long Xingkui turned a bit confused, as if he was looking at her and yet not looking at her.
"Sentinel."
"Present." The man, covered in wounds, responded mechanically to her.
Long Xingkui took out her phone and showed him the screen.
"Go execute your mission, kill this person!"
Yan Nanxun's gaze fell on the phone screen, and his face was left with only indifference, his dark eyes reflecting the cold light from the screen.
"Yes."
The man instinctively moved his body, yet countless tubes were implanted in him. As he moved, it felt like an electric current coursed through him, causing immense pain.
But despite the pain inflicted on him, he didn't even furrow his brow.
As a Sentinel, his perception of pain had long grown dull.
"Twenty-four hours later, you will begin formally executing this task. Get some rest now. Close your eyes, Sentinel."
Under Long Xingkui's command, the man slowly closed his eyes.
