Aaron sat on the ruins of the Clooney family in Catania. He gazed out at the distant sea. Han Zhan's voice echoed in his ears.
China.
There was his mother and Hoff.
Aaron touched the snake-shaped pendant around his neck. He suddenly stood up and took out his gun, dagger, needle weapon, tiger claw, hidden weapon…
Aaron threw all those things into the sea.
As he watched the objects sink into the sea, Aaron suddenly opened his arms and took a deep breath at the sky. For the first time, he realized that freedom was within reach of his fingertips.
As promised, Hoff brought him to freedom.
He didn't break his promise.
Tears streamed down Ah Rang's face into his collarbone under his collar and landed on his old and new scars. But the corners of his lips were curled up like a naive child.
Aaron ran off that day.
At night, Han Zhan received a call from Sicilio on his way home.
