"A fragment of the Gate? What is that..."
The man in the white suit kept coughing up blood, feeling his life force gradually fading away, his body temperature dropping.
"Haha, you don't even know what a fragment of the Gate is, yet you're still foolishly working for that bastard in Xiadu? Do you honestly think the Gate is merely an organization collecting mythical antiques and ancient treasures? If it were just that, how could it possibly attract so many skilled people from around the world to join? That's why... you've never been part of the senior level of the organization; you're just a spy planted by Xiadu beside me. It's time for you to die peacefully…"
The man in the black robe flung his right hand, sending the man in the white suit tumbling to the ground, blood and fragments of internal organs gushing out of his chest cavity.
