While Su Shu was in City C, trying to figure out how to disguise the absence of the laboratory, Tang Zelin, far away in the cold lands of the border, lay in the medical center behind the front line, his face grave.
"I say, old Tang, you really think you're the god of war, or did King Yama give you a life you're not afraid to lose? What place won't you charge into?"
Qu Guo'an, Tang Zelin's old partner who had followed the troops to the front line, had felt his heart been shattered into pieces when Tang Zelin was carried out of a bombarded wasteland, and it hadn't healed to this day.
Having been partners with Tang Zelin for a long time truly turned one's heart into iron.
Tang Zelin lay on the sickbed, his unrestrained right arm folded behind his head.
"How's Yao Ke?"
"Still unconscious, under constant care."
At the mention of Yao Ke, Qu Guo'an's tone sank a bit, and he let out a long sigh.
