Vic was stunned.
"If you're the same kind of person as them, then why are you fighting them to the death?" Bai Wei repeated.
Vic's transformation halted, and he murmured, "Why am I fighting them to the death..."
"Yes, you can't remember anything, you can't realize anything, yet you're still fighting them to the death. Why is that?"
Vic opened his mouth but couldn't answer.
"This guy left you a gift."
Vic looked up, slightly confused, at Bai Wei. "A gift?"
"Yes, calling it a gift might not be appropriate because you might not want it." Bai Wei fumbled in his pocket. "When I arrived last night, this guy was by your side, with only his last breath remaining, but he held on just to give you this... Ah, found it."
Bai Wei pulled out a vial of black-red blood from his pocket.
Vic was puzzled. "This is...?"
