"Please," he gasped, his voice barely a whisper. "I didn't have a choice. It wasn't me—it was the organization. They forced me."
Ruoxi's grip on the knife tightened, her gaze hard and unrelenting. "You always had a choice."
Zhang Kai's breathing grew more labored as blood trickled from his wounds. He stared up at her, his eyes pleading, but there was no mercy in her gaze.
He knew then that this was the end. No words, no pleas, no attempts to shift the blame could save him now. Zhang Kai had always prided himself on being able to talk his way out of any situation, but as he looked into Feng Ruoxi's cold, merciless eyes, he realized that there would be no escape this time.