Chapter 128: The Black King

A gray tit fluttered its wings in the rain and landed on Yaha's body.

Then, a shadow emerged in the air.

The shadow instantly solidified into form, becoming Wei Tianyang.

He lifted Yaha off of Moby Dick's body, took off his own coat, and wrapped it around her torn and severed arm.

"Yaha? Yaha..." Wei Tianyang reached out to feel for her breath, but she was no longer breathing.

"Are we too late?" Lin Yanqing's voice came through the earpiece.

Wei Tianyang did not speak, he hugged Yaha and called out her name again.

Yaha's eyes were closed, her head drooped onto Wei Tianyang's arm; rainwater slid down her neck into her patient's gown, accumulating in a small pool where her collarbone lay.

She was like a soulless doll—after being toyed with by Red Pharmaceutical for so long, she was ultimately discarded by her benefactor.

Wei Tianyang remembered something Yaha had once said...

There isn't too clear a boundary between life and death; it depends on how you define "being alive."