The assassin groaned. He pushed himself off the ground and looked at Bai Zhenli.
"So you don't care about your people?" he sneered.
Bai Zhenli clenched his fist. "My Empress is one of people."
The assassin snorted. He waltzed away, waving his hands and said, "Fine, fine, I understand. I'll just leave."
Avina, along with everyone else, watched the assassin. They didn't believe he would walk away so easily. And even if he did, they weren't going to let him.
When he reached the stairs, Bai Zhenli stopped him. "Where do you think you're going?"
The assassin turned back. Behind his mask, Avina could make out his lips curling. "I never thought you'd ask."
The assassin snapped his hands, and the assassins that were lying on the ground earlier jumped back to their feet. Even if they sustained heavy wounds, they stood up as if their pain was meaningless.
