Gu Hailin's resolute face showed signs of exhaustion.
He possessed an Innate Force close to the seventh rank, with movements too fast for the naked eye to capture, but in the face of the vast power difference, these abilities and skills were futile.
His subordinates died one by one, and the various events from their time in the High Tower flickered through his mind like a revolving lantern.
The disputes with the low-level thugs, the grudges and gratitude with the Garrison Corps of Gao Ta Town, the friendships with his beloved subordinates.
Shortly after he became the deputy head, he buried these memories deep inside because the higher the position, the more decay of the High Tower he saw.
He had long given up on humanity, but now, those past grudges and grievances resurfaced.
The cold-hearted man now had the blood of one willing to die, yet in the face of absolute power… that blood seemed pathetic and laughable.
The spear was already bent.