Scarface sprawled motionless on the ground, his eyes forever sealed shut. The blood-soaked hole in his chest created a chilling sight against his pale skin.
I stood before his lifeless body without a trace of sympathy. Somehow, I'd stopped feeling fear a while back—couldn't even pinpoint when that happened.
Bending down, I searched Scarface's body thoroughly. My fingers closed around exactly what I was looking for—a Hundred-Year Medicine King herb hidden in his clothing.
"Seems he wasn't lying to me after all," I muttered, examining the precious herb.
I shifted my attention to Scarface's follower and flashed a dangerous grin. "Planning to avenge him?"
The man startled, eyes widening with disbelief. "You're... you're actually letting me go?"
"Mr. Raymond, we absolutely cannot release him!" Marshall Clive shouted from behind me, his voice urgent and strained. "If he escapes, he'll definitely return seeking revenge!"
