Fang Cheng sat silently in the bamboo chair, listening.
Li Fei spoke, his fingernails deeply embedded in the flesh of his palms, squeezing out crimson blood.
"Actually, the old master clashed with the organization the night we defected and was already killed by them... his remains were chopped up and fed to the dogs."
"Ghost Fox, that bastard, used a corpse as bait, setting up a trap in advance. As soon as we showed ourselves, we were surrounded."
"Moreover, we never expected Black Shark to dare risk so much, lurking with so many people in East Capital. Outnumbered, we were driven to despair."
"The Master, to cover my breakthrough, willingly stayed behind to protect the rear. He was immediately crippled by those people, his tendons severed..."
Li Fei's body shook violently, his voice uncontrollably trembling, a sound of despair escaping his throat:
