As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange glow over the landscape, Han Xin and his party finally found the person but the sight that greeted them was a grim one. The mercenary lay sprawled on the ground with foam in his mouth. He was lifeless with no markings or identification to reveal his identity. From the look of it he had crushed a capsule and poisoned himself to death. Han Xin stared at the body coldly. It was yet another dead end.
He had them take care of the body before turning back towards the camp. Han Zhan wanted to ask his cousin what he planned on doing next but Han Xin's cold expression was all telling. Thus, the journey back was shrouded in silence. In fact, Han Zhan had a lot more questions, but he knew better than to ask, especially now. When they arrived at the campsite it was already dark.
