A Sure-Death Situation

Underground of Wangdu City.

In the brightly-lit lobby.

The fireballs that Duan Ye had gathered gradually disappeared.

What was left were balls of mist-like Qi waves that were still rotating slowly in the light circle.

Through the blurry mist, Zhang Tie stood still and stared at Zhang Gang with a stiff body as he said in a quivering voice, "What... What are you doing..."

"Isn't it obvious?" Zhang Gang opened his hands and said expressionlessly, "As you can see, I'm sorry, I'm a spy."

"You've joined the Fair Association..." Zhang Tie became absent-minded.

"I joined a long time ago." Lowering his head, Zhang Gang glanced at Duan Ye who was fainting under his feet, Zhang Gang said coldly, "I really don't want to expose my identity. I've given you many chances to give up this task. However, since you insist on seeking death, I have to do it."

"Impossible... This is not you."

"Whatever. Who I am is up to you."