In the desperate gaze of Colonel Quinton, the door he once trusted the most slammed shut.
If things could be redone, he might not have made that choice.
But can things really go back to how they were before?
Of course not.
That's why Mu Fan never believes the repentance of those who are extremely evil, just as he wouldn't believe an executioner with blood-stained hands telling him he won't kill anymore.
"Mu Fan, did you just let that Colonel go this easily?" Black's puzzled voice sounded.
"Easy? I don't think so. He values money and life too much, now I deprive him of both, letting him silently count down to his own death. I can see the deepest fear in his eyes."
As he spoke, Mu Fan took off the cold mask, revealing his indifferent face once more.
The sound of rhythmic footsteps emerged from the cave, Mu Fan returned to the entrance. The two corpses lying side by side at the back of the base vehicle remained undiscovered.
