Clarke's eyes gradually opened.
The pain remained,after all.
Violent collisions,after all—it didn't make sense.
But deep in his heart,he understood everything.
· "Excellent. It seems they've learned of my existence after all."
· "It seems I forgot. Perhaps there's a big mouth among us who informed the higher-ups about me, and now I'm suffering because of it."
· "How laughable. Truly laughable."
The carriage suddenly stopped.
The door swung wide open before Clarke.
Bright sunlight streamed into his eyes;he felt he hadn't seen light like this in a long time.
It was the same man who had pierced his chest.
Naturally,the fools would look at him with hatred, their hearts burning with rage.
But Clarke was calm.He was the type to collect evidence of your misdeeds. He wouldn't seek immediate revenge upon seeing you. He would wait... like a lone wolf without a pack, stalking his prey for hours, days, even months.
Clarke stepped out.
