"Mr. Zhuang..."
Xiaoye looked at the paper figure, her expression troubled.
"Honestly, I only created the organization for my sister in the first place. You heard it yourself—it's all a misunderstanding."
"I don't care if it's a misunderstanding or not!"
The blood-red paper figure known as Mr. Zhuang was only the size of a palm.
The candlelight in the room flickered in the wind, stretching his shadow long and thin and radiating a chilling aura.
"Since you made a promise to me, backing out will have its price."
"..."
Xiaoye fell silent.
Yes.
She had promised Mr. Zhuang.
To overthrow the City Lord's rule.
He was the one who had whispered in her ear back then.
But... now that she knew the truth,
she no longer had the motivation to carry on.
Xiaoye said apologetically, "I'm truly sorry, but I must break our contract."
"I'll accept any compensation you require, but on this one point, I must disband the Embers!"
As soon as she said this,
