Click!
Belin pulled the trigger.
The expected bullet never fired. Frowning, she brought the silver gun closer for a look. "I never imagined this gun would have a fingerprint lock. Zheng Chengdong, you really are careful."
"But so what? You're just an ordinary man."
The rough, sandpaper-like skin of Zheng Chengdong's face shifted slightly. Beneath his thick brows were eyes that had seen all the desolation the world had to offer.
Clouded, bewildered, resolute, fearless.
All those emotions burst from his fathomless black eyes in an instant.
He said nothing. This had tormented him for ten years: his dead wife, their unborn child cut from her womb. That sight, enough to drive any husband and father insane, had haunted him through more than three thousand midnights.
Had he not received regular treatment, he would probably have succumbed to depression long ago and jumped from a building.
Now, he had found the true culprit.
Even if this matched what his years of investigation had revealed.
Bang!
Without hesitation, Zheng Chengdong pulled a bottle of Awakening Potion from inside his clothes. He had stolen it from the Eighth Team, and had rehearsed this moment several times.
His opponent was an Awakened, while he was an ordinary man. The odds of failure were far too high, so he had set his sights on the Awakening Potion long ago.
Old Ye, I'm sorry.
He thought of the Eighth Team's captain. They had been friends for years, yet he had gone behind the man's back and stolen the team's Awakening Potion.
He opened it and drained it in one gulp.
The slick liquid passed down his throat, slid through his esophagus into his stomach, then was rapidly absorbed and spread throughout his body.
"An Awakening Potion?"
"You stole the Eighth Team's potion?"
"You actually intend