"From that day on, I swore to God, even if I fall into Hell, I must find the murderer and tear him to pieces!"
Fang Cheng leaned against the throne, quietly listening as Shanks unveiled this bloody scar.
His face was hidden in the shadows cast by the light, showing little emotion.
In this chaotic and dark mutant world, strength and desire are intertwined.
Who among us hasn't carried secret shame and blood debts?
Why should I be any different?
Fang Cheng's gaze darkened slightly, resting his hands on the armrests, he spoke coldly:
"Who is the murderer?"
Shanks slowly straightened his back from the ground, raising his face.
His features tightened with extreme hatred, his gaze fierce as a beast cornered:
"It's definitely that man in the gray trench coat! And my brother, worse than a beast!"
"I don't know that man's real name, but I know he founded a mysterious organization, recruiting top-notch mutants worldwide."
