It was a tiny orphanage.
Rather than an orphanage, it was more of a small house, with a red roof, white walls, and iron railings around it that had long since rusted.
The sky was hazy, the sun poised to rise, bringing a little warmth to the secluded, chilly old street.
Xia Yuze stood at the orphanage gate, staring fixedly at the newcomer, savage streaks of blood threading the whites of his eyes.
"What are you doing here?!"
"Where are the people in the orphanage? What did you do to them?! Su Qiguang, if you dare touch a hair on their heads, I'll make you wish you were dead."
"Cough, cough, cough..." The pale-faced Su Qiguang coughed a few times, took out a handkerchief, and wiped the blood from his lips before replying unhurriedly.
"I wanted to lay hands on them and use them to threaten you, but they were already gone when I arrived."
"Xia Yuze, let's put that aside for now. I came here on the organization's orders. The organization raised you from childhood and poured enormous effort into you, yet you betrayed it. You know what happens to traitors."
Hearing that Su Qiguang hadn't seen the orphans inside, Xia Yuze felt a weight lift from his heart. Only then did he reply coldly:
"The organization?"
"I lived in the organization from childhood. I don't even know whether I was there willingly or by force. There was no freedom there, no love, only slaughter, experiments, and cold machinery."
"The Fallen Knights haven't just fallen in human form, but in their humanity as well. The organization uses every possible means to conduct human experimentation, and those old bastards use consciousness transfer to achieve immortality."
"We grew up together, but we believe in different things. Su Qiguang, you shouldn't have