Earth Sea City, in a certain shabby apartment room.
The Evil Cult Envoy was scowling as he bandaged his wounds in front of a mirror.
A massive diagonal gash stretched across his chest, from his left shoulder to his right hip, penetrating bone and flesh.
Vaguely in the mirror, one could see broken ribs and writhing viscera.
"Damn Blood Axe Song Chen, one day I'll kill your entire family."
"Which bastard exposed us, bringing those people to the hideout and causing my identity to be revealed?"
"If I find out, I'll shred him to pieces!"
At this moment, he cursed through gritted teeth, incessantly recalling the past.
Considering the current situation, seeking revenge on Song Chen isn't realistic for now; he couldn't defeat him when completely healthy, let alone now.
Unless he fully recovers and uses his trump card with a mindset of mutual destruction, then there might be a tiny chance.
But given the chance to live, who would choose death?
