Shi Lei. "Humph, if not for the supreme one directing us to purge this evil personally, we would never help sinners like you. Your aura stinks," he declared, his disgust for the alliance, however temporary, clear.
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Zach's knuckles whitened as he clutched the firearm, a growl escaping his lips. "Bastards," he hissed, pivoting sharply and retreating to a shadowy recess.
With a quick zip, he liberated himself, all the while seething with contempt. "What do they think? If not for Commander Mercy, would they still be drawing breath?" His words dripped with venom as he entertained sinister visions of dispatching the monks post-mission.
Puchi!
At the sound, Zach's gaze narrowed, a ripple of apprehension coursing through him. Warmth pooled beneath him, but it wasn't the anticipated relief. No, it was crimson, staining the ground.
Thud!
His body crumpled soundlessly as Wang Xiao surveyed the scene, methodically assessing and strategizing.
