In the only remaining beautiful eye he had left, there was an overwhelming sense of confusion after being profoundly shaken, so much so that he completely forgot the purpose of his stalking.
"Is it possible to change a fate that has been predetermined since the very beginning?" he whispered softly, as if sinking into an endless abyss of bewilderment.
Ye Lu's words also stirred many thoughts within him, reminding him of things he had never dared to contemplate before.
He had never considered betraying the Godfather or leaving the organization. Since the moment he was born, that was how he lived—trained to be an exceptional assassin, drenched in blood, with no sense of self and no need for self.
The Godfather had told him: Your purpose for existing is to kill. Your goal is to take lives. You don't need to think about anything else in your life; just keep killing—kill relentlessly, and that is enough.
At first, he too was overcome with fear, even vomiting at the sight of blood.
