As his thoughts wandered, Chen Mu grew distracted. Remembering how he had killed someone without hesitation that day, he felt as though his heart was growing harder and harder. He had fought fiercely and ruthlessly before, but compared with what he did now, that had been mere child's play.
He felt no pride whatsoever. For some reason, he could not help letting out a soft sigh. This was an aftereffect of the intense fighting over the past few days: whenever he struck, he sought to inflict the greatest possible damage! Thinking back on it now left him somewhat uncomfortable.
A Sang attended him cautiously from the side. At first, she had thought this ugly man was merely an ordinary expert. Now that she knew he was a first-rate expert capable of making the [Black Line Star Ranking], she could hardly avoid feeling apprehensive.
When she suddenly heard Chen Mu's soft sigh, she was a little surprised. Her gaze passed through her veil and involuntarily settled on his face. It was still that hideously ugly face, yet somehow it looked much more agreeable now. That face seemed steeped in some emotion. She had only ever seen such an expression on people whose lives had been complicated and full of hardship-on her father's face, for instance.
Although the ugly man looked somewhat weathered, he was only around thirty. One of her cousins was already thirty-five, yet he still spent every day eating, drinking, and amusing himself.
What exactly had he been through? A Sang was curious. But to avoid attracting the ugly man's attention, she kept her gaze cautious and her bearing suitably respectful.
Chen Mu's thoughts soon shifted to his current mission.
Before he had set out, Bagnell had repeatedly reminded him that he must acquire a certain amount of fame