That's right, he succeeded, taking another step closer to revenge.
But why, why can't he feel any joy at all?
Instead, the pain is intense, as if his heart's about to shatter.
A subordinate came up and handed him his computer, "This was returned to you by the former Asura."
Hearing that name, Mu Ke staggered, nearly losing his balance.
The unbearable suffocating pain in his chest persisted, and it took him a moment to find his voice again, "How is she now?"
"Sorry, I'm not sure either," the subordinate replied expressionlessly.
Yet, for some reason, suddenly added, "Even if she's rescued, she probably won't live for long!"
"Alright, you may leave!" Mu Ke waved his hand, realizing only then that his voice was hoarse and trembling, fractured.
A wave of dull pain hit his chest, and a hint of crimson slipped from the corner of his warm lips, staining his collar.
The subordinate froze, a bit shocked.
But Mu Ke still wiped it away expressionlessly.
