Aman did not speak. He had never expected that he would die just like this after searching for his enemy for nearly twenty years!
He still died in the hands of Nangong Yen...
He used his strong self-control to control his emotions. He slowly lifted his face and laughed in an ice-cold and terrifying manner. "When I was in Xavier, when Chloe wanted to help the daughter of the Mitchell to keep her in Xavier's guns, I understood. After all, when I saw with my own eyes that the person who killed my parents was executed, I realized that I had to take revenge. If my enemy dies in the hands of someone else..."
Aman gritted his teeth, and his cold anger burst out from his brown hair. "That is equivalent to nearly twenty years of hate that has been used for nothing!"
