"They even kill their own; how ruthless and cold-blooded."
The dungeon where prisoners were guarded.
Six spies had been caught, one accidentally killed by Tylon, another gravely injured, leaving the four others with lighter wounds. However, at this moment, in the dungeon, three imprisoned Awakeners with eyes wide as saucers and mouths slightly agape, wore faces of disbelief.
A few members of the Guardian Corps nearby hung their heads, overwhelmed with shame.
As Luo Zhe scolded them, their heads drooped even lower.
The spies were more ruthless than imagined, but it was also a fault of the Guardian Corps. Tang Yu had docked their pay for two weeks. As for any further punishment Luo Zhe would impose, he didn't involve himself.
Exiting the dungeon.
Nancy had already returned, a fainted Awakener curled up like a shrimp, floating next to her.
Tang Yu sensed briefly, "There's a Ninth Layer presence, and it has reached the Peak."
