]In a dim room, Sanchez sat on the sofa watching television. His arm and half his chest were wrapped in bandages, with some redness still spreading outward beneath them.
His injuries had been severe, but thanks to proper and timely treatment, he had survived.
The Maliro People were looking for him. The Malori People were looking for him too. Almost everyone was looking for him.
The Maliro People believed he wanted to erase the sins the Malori People had inflicted on them over the years through racial integration. In their eyes, Sanchez was a sinful bastard and a liar.
He was an Executioner. He had personally killed many Maliro people, yet now he had started pretending to be a good man. The Maliro People refused to accept his ideas and wanted to kill him to prove that he was foolish and wrong.
The other side, the Malori People, considered him a traitor to their race. He actually wanted to mingle with the lowly Maliro People. Some extreme racists among them had issued a kill order against him as well.
Up to now, he still had no idea whether the people who had tried to assassinate him were those Malori and Maliro people, or the ones who had assassinated the general.
Regardless, he was both safe and in danger now.
He had suffered such serious injuries, yet the Federation people had brought him back from the brink and continued protecting him. That made him realize how important he was.
The Federation would not let him die or disappear. Especially after learning that Isabella had gone missing, while one of his younger brothers was dead and the other had fled, he became even more certain of it. The Federation would keep him alive at all costs.
This was one of the safe