Yan Su's expression was grave. With his medical skills, he knew the man could not survive; it would be better to end his pain.
He steeled his heart.
He pressed on the man's heart and gently pushed his throat, allowing the man to speak.
"Third Young Master fainted right before boarding the plane... Lie Feng and the doctor were rescuing him when suddenly a group from the local identity department ambushed us. We were outnumbered... The enemy had heavy guns and bombs. A dozen of us protected them... allowing Lie Feng and two brothers to break through the encirclement with Third Young Master, heading east."
"Why was there a sudden attack?" Ye Lu wondered. In theory, their identities were supposed to be extremely concealed.
"...There's... a traitor... among us..." After the man finished speaking, his head tilted, and he breathed his last.
Ye Lu closed his eyes, filled with sorrow.
Then he opened his eyes again, and they were bright and ice-cold.
