"Everyone else is fine. Why is it that only our man from the Three Nine Gate is dead?"
Silence.
Simon squatted down and checked the breathing of the person lying on the ground. He ignored his question and turned around to call for someone.
"There's someone else here."
The medical staff hurried over to save him.
Simon moved aside and stood at the corner. No emotion could be seen on his mature and handsome face.
Even so, the goatee man did not let him off, still shouting like a brainless person.
"Can someone give me an explanation?"
"Why is it that everyone else is fine except for our man!"
"Who did this!"
The Three Nine Gate could only be considered an inferior faction in the independent continent. If not because they were close to the Chamber of Commerce Alliance, no one would have cared about them.
