"Cough Cough...Mis, Mission Fail...Cough...Cough…" his breathing before more and more laboured, with the vicious gaze tempered over many years gradually turning into terror. "
Seeing this, a faint smile appeared on the face of Zhao Zijun, who was standing on the operating platform. "Don't worry. We have already locked on to your location. The people on to way to save you are about to arrive. Before that, I would like to talk about something that interests me. How did you fail? I need to process as to how you've turned into such a shape."
"Save...save me! Save me, young master…" the emotions of the black cape wearing fellow surged.
With a smile, Zhao Zijun replied, "Relax, it's not good for your body if you get too emotional. Do take note that you're losing a lot of blood. At such a time, it's better for you to focus on other matters than to let your mind wander off."