No. 031 walked toward Mu Fan step by step, and the air currents around them began to stir uneasily.
The four agents nearby all looked at No. 031, their eyes conveying words they did not dare speak.
"You all leave first."
At the calm command, they nodded and rose to leave.
When the metal door slammed shut, only the two of them remained in the empty room.
"Do you know?"
"To capture that damned girl, my comrade... died!"
"He was my best brother! You damned bastard, it was all because of you destabilizers from these countries that my brother... died!"
No. 031's eyes were frighteningly bloodshot. As he looked at Mu Fan's impassive face, murderous intent grew wildly within him.
His left fist clenched with a creak, and his gaze turned colder and colder.
"And? What does that have to do with me?" Mu Fan narrowed his eyes and calmly watched the agent approaching him, his body still leaning against the cold iron chair.
"How could it have nothing to do with you?" No. 031 stepped forward one pace at a time, slowly rolling his neck. Sharp cracks of bone echoed through the empty room, while an unnatural pallor spread across his face, twisting his expression nearly beyond recognition.
"My brother died trying to capture her. If you hadn't kept covering for her, how could she have escaped our sight? Do you think Dingchuan Academy backing you means you can do whatever the hell you want?"
Mu Fan suddenly laughed upon hearing that. He looked mockingly at the man who had circled the table and drawn ever closer, his own gaze growing colder as well.
"Can every death be pinned on me? But then again, the person who died..." Mu Fan sighed softly. "He really was incompetent."
That final sentence