The moment Bu Xiuwen was injured, four cultists swarmed him with sinister grins. In just a few moments, he fell, covered in wounds.
"Mr. Zhao... Xiuwen..."
"Ji Kai, you goddamn son of a bitch! Fuck you...!"
Ji Kai's betrayal filled everyone with a particular fury.
"Hahaha..."
Ji Kai clutched the blood-soaked dagger, about to deliver a triumphant speech. When the people from Yuqing arrived, he had once been terrified that his betrayal—selling information for money—would be exposed. But then he learned the Illuminati had a Grandmaster on their side, so he decided to join them outright. They had promised to prioritize his baptism and raise his realm after their mission was complete.
"Stop laughing. The job isn't finished yet."
Ji Kai was about to mock his former colleagues when he saw Miss Lanhua glaring at him, her expression grim.
Liu Yu was dead. Although they had achieved their goal, a shadow still hung over their hearts.
