This villain, please exercise some restraint.

He didn't think that Young Master Chi couldn't do such a thing.

But...his eyes for help were directed towards the masked young man who was standing upright, and what he received in response to him...was just eyes that were unruffled.

"Don't be afraid. As long as you give the correct answer, I think your young master will not embarrass you."

The white-haired boy standing aside said with a smile.

"At least for now, your destiny is still in your hands, but the moment your words are spoken, your destiny is no longer under your control."

In this situation, this seems to make sense.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but think of the moment he was pressed into the game cabin.

In the illegal land, the young master...even if he is not by his side, it is easy to kill him.

Out of the instinct to survive, he finally stammered out the name that he had almost forgotten under the gaze of everyone.

"Ruan... Tao."

As he finished speaking, he immediately felt a rather cold gaze falling on him in an instant.

He seemed to know the source of that look, but he just wanted to live.

"Are you talking about Ruan Tao...?"

He heard the voice of the masked young man, and the trembling in that voice could no longer be concealed at this moment.

"It's really you, it's you, indeed...it's you!"

"So... is Ruan Tao really dead?"

He heard the young man speak with difficulty and asked.

He didn't speak.

But sometimes, silence means affirmation.

Everything seems to be confirmed and everything seems to be connected in series.

There is no need to ask for any more proof, as long as those two words are in the memory of the man in front of him, it is enough.

If the similarity in appearance is an accident, the same name is a coincidence, and the connection with fraud is a coincidence, then why does the mother's name appear in this man's memory?

He...is the devil that I haven't seen for many years, but still follows him like a shadow.

At the moment when this name was spoken by the middle-aged man in front of him, Qi Dasheng had never realized so clearly... The last relative he cared about most, perhaps a long time ago, had been treated in a way that made him feel extremely... Passed away in a heartbreaking way.

The phantom pain from the bottom of his heart was so intense that for a moment, he felt that he could no longer breathe and felt... dizzy.

In this imaginary world, he learned the truth that he would almost never know in the real world.

Just this truth...

The body of the masked young man fell to his knees as if he could no longer support himself.

But the girl with short yellow hair who had been standing next to him and was not used to seeing bloody scenes had already taken out a dagger and came to the middle-aged man.

Her hand holding the handle of the knife was trembling.

But she knew it wasn't out of fear.

"You deserve to die!"

She raised the dagger high, but soon, her wrist was controlled by a strong force.

"You can't hurt him now. I said, as long as he tells the correct answer, I will let him go."

The boy with long red hair said, with a smile on his lips. Under the angry gaze of the girl with yellow hair, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the dagger.

"Master, Master, save me! I said everything!!"

Chixuan's words seemed to give the middle-aged man a lot of courage out of thin air. He hurriedly grabbed the clothes of the young man in front of him and sought shelter.

This time, Chixuan did not kick him away. Instead, he turned around and softened his attitude.

"It's just the simplest and meaningless answer. I won't be biased against you because of this answer. Everything is about to end."

"You go to the next room to have a rest first, and come offline with me later."

As the red-haired boy spoke, he leaned close to the middle-aged man's ear and whispered, "Let me help you deal with the mess you left behind first."

The young master's words were rare and gentle. The middle-aged man slowly loosened his grip on the young master's clothes, and a moment of joy flashed across his cloudy eyes.

"Thank you, Master, thank you, Master!"

The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief.

A look of gratitude flashed across a wretched face.

The boy with long red hair watched him leave, then walked over and closed the door of the conference room.

The short blade in Chixuan's hand was so threatening that there was a brief moment of silence in the huge conference room.

Ye Jiang stretched out his elbow and touched the white-haired boy who had been standing beside him. This guy who offered to help, except for occasionally saying a few words during this day's torture, was more like them than they were. A person who stays out of things.

"Hey, don't be dazed. That madman is going to let people run away. Are you just going to watch?"

He moved closer to Shi Si, lowered his head slightly, and whispered.

But when he lowered his head, he saw the young man in white beside him, with bloody thorn lines extending from the white sleeves along the right wrist.

The lines looked quite strange, and the moment he saw them, he felt his heart skip a beat.

"your hands--"

Ye Jiang couldn't help but make a sound.

But what he was about to say was interrupted by the boy in white who seemed to suddenly come to his senses.

The veined right hand quickly disappeared under the pure white, and no trace of it could be seen anymore.

"That man who has done many evil things cannot be let go."

The boy with short white hair sighed, turned his head and looked at Ye Jiang.

There is a hint of emotion on the delicate face.

"Today's inquiry seems to have allowed me to see...another world full of dangers."

What he said was quite timely. Ye Jiang had never seen such a low-level person.

Ye Jiang nodded in agreement, "Sometimes, I really hope that this kind of pure bad guy can really die."

"only--"

His eyes turned to the masked young man who was still kneeling on the ground, silent, with a worried look on his face.

"This incident seems to be a bit too big a blow to the thugs."

Thinking about it carefully, if he was the one who learned the truth... Ye Jiang felt that he might not be stronger than the thugs.

"Hahaha... I'm afraid it's not good to say that to the people I brought in front of me."

The red-haired boy slowly walked up to Ye Jiang, "Even if you wish him to die, he will not die without my permission."

The smile on his lips seemed a bit hateful to Ye Jiang at this moment.

Shi Si raised his head and glanced out the window, which was completely dark.

"There is not much time left. In the early hours after midnight, this mission can only be declared a failure."

What he said is true.

Xu Xuzi subconsciously looked at the young man who was still kneeling on the ground, "Maybe we will never be able to sanction such people in reality, but -"

“But you take what you can get.”

Shi Si's words were just right.

The girl with short yellow hair was stunned for a moment, then looked at Shi Si and curled her lips into a smile.

What Shi Si said was exactly what she wanted to say.