The dark room was cold and quiet.
Only at the very top was there a small window, through which faint moonlight seeped.
Yet it failed to allow the person below to see the ground.
At this time, Gu An sat silently in the room.
He couldn't understand why that person shattered his heart meridian.
Even if they found him disagreeable or had enough hatred toward him.
But to go as far as to shatter the heart meridian.
What kind of hatred justified using one's life to frame him?
Gu An had killed people before and had been targeted himself.
He could understand some of the thought processes behind such actions.
But he had never seen anyone bet their own life before.
Once dead, there's nothing left.
What kind of conviction does it take to wish for one's own death in exchange for another's?
After the other party died, the people from the Law Enforcement Hall arrived.
He personally twisted off the opponent's arm, and then the opponent's heart meridian trembled to death.