This was a gentleman's deal.
One gave and the other returned!
The clothes on Taran Reynolds's body fluttered as his aura increased. White light surged from his eyes, and his long hair danced in the wind. He was like a great demon king.
His voice was loud and clear. "If I had to choose again, I would still have no regrets even if I know that I would be killed today!"
"As a martial artist, dying to an enemy is not a disgrace, but returning home!
"If I die on the sickbed and live a mediocre life, I won't die in peace!"
...
This was Taran.
He was imprisoned in the underground secret chamber of the yin-yang headquarters' warehouse. He had lived a hundred years of darkness without any sunlight. He had silently endured it alone and was not tortured to the point of committing suicide.
Because he, Taran, was absolutely unwilling to die like this.
