Cannot be severed, yet impossible to unravel—it's parting sorrow, an indescribable feeling in one's heart.
This phrase aptly describes Gao Yang's current mood.
It seems to also fittingly describe the relationship between Satan and Angel.
Not enemies, nor friends, yet both mercenary groups have aided each other in times of crisis, even saving each other from utter destruction.
No matter how you put it, Gao Yang couldn't stand idly by and watch Angel disappear like that.
Mediation seems hopeless right now, but doing nothing isn't an option either, so Gao Yang ultimately sighed and dialed Nate's number.
Without a doubt, the phone was off.
Nate had already cut off all communication with the outside world, leaving Gao Yang with no choice but to call Angel's Intelligence Officer.
As expected, the call couldn't go through.
"A bunch of bastard sons of bitches, go to hell! Go to hell!"
