Gao Michen gasped, struggling to breathe as the telekinetic force squeezed him.
He remembered that afternoon, the sickening grin on his face when the woman screamed, running for her life.
That beautiful woman with blue hair and pale skin...
"I-I didn't want to! It was just... just a job!" Gao Michen cried, his voice shaky. "We were paid to—"
"Paid?" the figure interrupted, its voice rising with fury. "Paid to murder? Paid to play with human lives?"
Xiao Cui whimpered, trying to wiggle out of the invisible grip. "We were just following orders!" he yelled. "It wasn't personal! We didn't know her—"
"Didn't know her?" The figure's charred face twisted into a sinister smile.
"Does that make it better? Does that make her life less valuable because you didn't know her?"
The air around them seemed to grow even hotter as if the charred figure's anger was heating the very atmosphere.