Chu Xuning was momentarily shocked.
He had heard this word more than two times in the past few days.
When this person was still alive, only a few outside the International Association knew about her existence. But when this person died, it created a stir.
"I'm suddenly curious about what kind of person she was?" Chu Xuning deepened his voice. "After she died, there were no activities from the Rapid Fire Mercenary Regiment. It was as though they disappeared into thin air."
He could not imagine how such a person looked that many people trusted her.
"We have no photograph of her." Yu Shijin turned his head over and his bangs cast a shadow on his face.
His clean and long fingers were playing with a lighter.
The lighter was black, thus it was difficult to tell what material it was made of. But there was a vivid-like dragon drawn on it, and it reflected the icy-cold light.
'Kacha!'
A blue fire sparked.
