"Yes, we meet again, and every encounter with you never bodes well. Last time, despite the icy conditions, you managed to escape a disaster—quite impressive indeed. This time, I had planned to drag you down even if it meant my own death, but unexpectedly, my own man took a bullet for you, while your man shot me. To die at the hands of someone like you, I can rest in peace. Go ahead," Wolf King said coldly, his eyes nearly closed, without a trace of panic before death. As a mercenary, Wolf King had long braced himself for death, merely uncertain of when or how it would come. To die under an opponent's gun was also a sort of honor.