"Did he just die like that?"

Zhang Wenliao murmured to himself as he watched the scene unfold, his heart once again shaken. Coming from a background of street smarts, he found it hard to comprehend.

The last time, in the Lantern Bearer's prison, when they captured Wang Chunguang, there was also a Centurion named Qian Yuejun who said something similar.

Zhang Wenliao still remembered that person saying there were things in this world more important than life and death. At the time, he couldn't understand it. Life was priceless, it was one's own. How could they abandon it so easily?