Cold and resolute, the two words slammed into Jiang Che's mind like a pair of rusty nails.
He snapped his eyes open as pain and dizziness surged over him like a tide. Burning ruins surrounded him. The air reeked of gunpowder, blood, and something charred, and every distant artillery blast made his insides tremble.
A group of bloodstained soldiers glared at him as if he were garbage.
