After a moment, his attitude suddenly softened, and he lowered his voice to say.
"We're just following orders... Please understand."
Luo Yan glanced at him, not making it difficult for him, just looking at the corpse on the ground.
"Now that he's already dead, what do you plan to do?"
"Hand it over—"
"Better leave it to me." Rahem Nefrek's response was not finished when a light and composed voice came from the night, carrying a hint of an unhurried smile.
The voice was neither fast nor slow, yet carried some kind of invisible pressure that made everyone present slightly glance sideways.
Luo Yan looked up, following the direction of the voice, only to see a man dressed in a dark blue noble robe walking slowly in the distant night.
