Qing Lang was ranked sixth in their squad, specializing in reconnaissance. He was the most talkative and energetic among the team members.
Especially after Xiang Yu joined, he took great care of Xiang Yu, often teaching him new skills and knowledge. Their relationship was particularly close.
The intelligence work at the time was handled by him. If there was a traitor among them, Qing Lang was the most suspicious.
Although Xiang Yu did not want to believe it, the facts were undeniable. He had no choice but to accept them. Holding a dagger tightly in his hand, Xiang Yu's gaze showed firm determination.
"Is this how you treat Sixth Brother?" Qing Lang took a deep drag on his cigarette and exhaled slowly, his demeanor relaxed, sharply contrasting with the intensity of Xiang Yu's expression.
"I just want to ask you—why are you still alive?" Xiang Yu struggled to keep his emotions in check and voiced his words with deliberate precision.
