Amid the raging wind and blizzard.
Zuo Ju calmly smoked a cigarette.
Within a dozen seconds, snowflakes had turned his hair white.
Q and J, two Eight Awakenings experts, watched him hungrily.
Over a hundred assassins were itching to strike.
It seemed like certain death, yet he showed not the slightest panic.
"Here."
Q, confident that victory was assured, took out his phone and handed it over.
A dark-skinned man appeared on the screen. At the sight of him, Zuo Ju couldn't help bursting into laughter.
"Isn't your Disguise Technique a little crude?"
"As long as it works." Huddled inside a speeding car, Yang Pan smiled as though chatting with an old friend. "Are you happy with the gift I sent you?"
"So you're dead set on killing me?"
"I never hold grudges, because I settle them on the spot." He sighed and said with a hint of reluctance, "I don't blame you for selling me out. On the contrary, I admire you, because you're just like me."
"We both endured for our fathers, even if it meant bearing a bad name."
"Only someone as devoted to his father as you could understand me."
Hadn't Yang Pan come this far for Yang Huaimin's sake, too?
Zuo Ju froze slightly. For the first time, he saw sorrow in the other man's eyes.
Seventh Master had always presented himself as a master strategist, as though he had no human feelings or desires, as though everything lay within his control.
Now, his face was full of anguish. As though he had found a kindred spirit, he smiled bitterly. "Do you know why I wanted the Peninsula?"
"No."
"Because the old man's chronic illness was too severe. I searched all over the world for renowned doctors for him. In the end, only a laboratory