Some time later, Carlos emerged from the infirmary, having gotten the answers he wanted.
He closed the door behind him, shutting away the thick stench of blood inside.
The corridor was still dim. Carlos stood with his back to the door for a moment, then raised a hand and removed his leather gloves, stained with dark red blood. He flicked them with an expression of distaste.
Just then, a familiar voice came from the shadows diagonally ahead. It was neither loud nor soft, calm as if asking about the weather:
"Did you kill Anthony?"
Carlos's hand paused mid-flick.
He looked up and turned toward the voice.
A few meters away, Yu Xing was leaning at an indentation in the corridor wall, his arms loosely folded over his chest. One leg was stretched out to support him while the other was bent, his posture so relaxed he looked like he was taking an afternoon nap.
The light source in the corridor was behind him, outlining his figure as a tall, indistinct silhouette. His expression was completely lost in the shadows, impossible to make out.
Carlos gazed at him in silence, his emerald eyes dim and unreadable in the gloom. A few seconds later, he finally spoke, his voice devoid of emotion, as if stating an objective fact. "Yes."
He offered no explanation and didn't ask why the other man was there.
After all, Yu Xing had just sent him a message through a paper effigy, so they were on the same page.
For the mission to go smoothly, they still needed to put on a show in front of Funai Er, to avoid any new complications during tomorrow's final ritual.
Yu Xing stayed in the same leaning position, seemingly unsurprised by the answer. He continued, his tone still flat. "Did Anthony