Chen Mu went blank when he received the news.
-Fatty was dead!
Before him, Xi Ping's eyes were bloodshot, tears streaming down his face. Bagnell's face had gone slightly pale, but he was calm-terrifyingly calm. In truth, both Chen Mu and Bagnell had already had a bad feeling. They had never expected that premonition to come true.
"It was Faya!" Bagnell said in a low voice. "At a time like this, they're the only ones who could have done it."
Bagnell's voice sank lower as he spoke, and the light faded from his eyes. His strength was severely limited now. Besides, this was the foundation his boss had built. He could not stake it on his own affairs.
If this had been before...
Bagnell clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles turned white and the veins stood out.
"Is there anything we can do?" Having regained his composure, Chen Mu suddenly spoke, saying something that caught both Xi Ping and Bagnell completely off guard.
The two stared at Chen Mu.
Both had watched with their own eyes as Chen Mu built himself up to where he was now. They knew all too well how much bitterness and hardship that had entailed. They had never imagined he would say something like this.
Their opponent was Faya, an organization capable of contending with the Six Great Academies. For Chen Mu to act meant putting everything he now possessed on the line. He had no obligation to do so. Xi Ping and Bagnell had both seen enough of the world's cold indifference; no one could fault Chen Mu if he did nothing. Taking good care of Little Yang Bo would already be more than generous enough.
It sounded like an utterly foolish thing to say, yet it had come from their invariably