Han Wei... is dead.
"You moron! What have you done!" Killing intent radiated from him like heat from a forge.
Ethan casually shrugged his shoulders, appearing utterly unconcerned. "I've delivered justice. Twenty-six lives for one seems like a fair exchange."
Feng's back started sweating. With Han Wei dead, General Han would execute everyone in the summer pavilion. No excuses, no mercy.
"You bastard. Do you know what you've done?!" His voice cracked with desperation. "You just signed your death sentence!"
Ethan smiled, stretching his neck as if preparing for light exercise rather than battle. "Seems like everyone keeps telling me that today. Yet here I stand."
Feng's composure cracked. With a guttural roar, he thrust both hands forward, water materializing from thin air to form razor-sharp blades that sliced toward Ethan from multiple angles.
