That writhing man struggled to emerge from his hollow shell, raising his twisted hand on the ground, with a sharp cry: "I am Unrest, don't you remember? We drank together a few years ago... help me, I spoke for you..."
He was answered by an indifferent gunshot.
The blind warrior oriented himself by sound, aimed at his face, and pulled the trigger. After mercilessly finishing a clip of bullets, he took out some thermite, sprinkled it on the rapidly decaying corpse and ignited it.
The flames rose.
Kusaki remained motionless on the spot.
Staring in astonishment at everything in front of him...
"Give up, Kusaki, the Li Jian family is beyond saving."
Kusaki remained silent, saying nothing, as if his soul had been lost.
"There's no time to waste, go!"
The blind warrior angrily tugged at his hand, trying to drag him away, but in an instant, he became rigid... his angry expression frozen, gradually losing color.
A pallor spread.
Felt the crisis, felt the terrifying aura...
