The spy held the sealed evidence with both hands, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.
"Master, all the evidence you requested is here."
The Lord of Order took the evidence without even glancing at him.
"Well done. You may return."
"It was an honor to serve you!" The spy bowed deeply, a relieved smile appearing at the corners of his mouth.
He walked briskly back to his organization, but the moment he stepped inside, he was pinned to the ground. The leader's cold boot pressed against his face:
"Worthless trash. Even death ten thousand times wouldn't be enough to atone!"
The cold glint of the execution tool flashed—
Until his last breath, he still did not understand why he had to die.