And Hong Wei, brave even in captivity, had managed to send a warning with their childhood code word.
Ethan's hands clenched at his sides. His suspicion was finally solidified without any doubt. Han Wei had killed dozens of kids for his petty revenge.
'I will have him pay for every life lost in those flames.'
He stalked through the crowded streets of District Three, his eyes scanning every alley and corner for Hong Wei. The district was a chaotic mess of refugees heading inward, soldiers moving outward, and civilians trying to secure their homes against both human looters and monster attacks.
After nearly an hour of searching, Ethan finally spotted him—a thin figure slumped against a wall in a less trafficked side street. Hong Wei sat with his eyes closed, chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. Bruises decorated his face like macabre artwork.
'Is he sleeping?'
