His eyes narrowed. What was going on Wasn't he dead He remembered being betrayed by his boss and shot five times, already dead.,The air rushed back into Zi'an's lungs in big, deep breaths, dispersing the breath of death.,Eight years as an agent honed a will of steel, gritted teeth, shouldered the shame and pain that wasn't theirs, beat by beat, fresh blood spilling from within. The back was scarred, nearly broken, with every blow.。