Huo Feng turned to Han Jixuan who understood his gaze. He walked out of the cell, and returned in a few minutes with a chair.
He placed it behind Huo Feng, who took his seat, and crossed his legs elegantly.
"You know..." Huo Feng paused, his eyes meeting the assassin's. "...I thought you were important to him, considering he allowed you to carry out such an important mission."
Huo Feng sighed, and shook his head, pity clear in his eyes staring at the bloodied.
"But I was wrong. I was expecting him to save you, but he didn't." He clicked his tongue. "Are you willing to die for someone who doesn't care about your life or death?"
The assassin lowered his head as Huo Feng's words pierced the deepest part of his heart.
Raising his head, he glared at Huo Feng with his bloodied.
"You are lying! He cares about me!" He yelled, his shoulders trembling. "Boss won't leave me here. He will come for me." He mumbled to himself.
