Inside the Imperial residence, The Emperor, Zhao Wang Lei was leaning on a couch. Hearing the shadow guard's words, he sat up straight. His eyes were full of anger and disbelief and he exclaimed.
"You are telling Zhen that except you all other shadow guards died?"
The kneeling shadow guards had red eyes because of the despair of losing their companions. He answered with a choked voice.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The table placed beside the couch was suddenly kicked to the floor and Zhao Wang Lei shouted in rage.
"Who was it? Who killed Zhen's people?"
"Your Majesty…"
"Zhen demands an answer from you."
Hearing the authoritative voice, the shadow guard could only resign to his fate and said helplessly.
"This servant doesn't know. They were not soldiers, they were shadow guards. But this servant does not know who sent them?"
