The strength of the Masked Man was evident to all, but Wei Zhiming believed his rationality had not yet been completely shattered.
The relentless pursuit of him on the surface, the untraceable background, the inexplicable absence from the rescue of Duo and Luo, and the terrible personality...
He recalled Qi Yuan's abnormal behavior and understood.
If he was one of the Masked Men, it could indeed explain all the doubts about Qi Yuan, but it still couldn't prove they could give him power.
Qi Yuan listened to his entire mental journey and sneered at what he thought was a lychee.
Given Wei Zhiming's level of self-preservation, if he were still in a calm state, he should know that the Masked Men were not philanthropists. He should be trying to discern their motives and find a glimmer of hope for survival, rather than wondering if they could give him power.
But bait is bait because it works. If it doesn't work, it's time to up the ante (just kidding).
However, the outlaw's promise of more money was nothing but an empty check. While capitalists might be strung up on lampposts, Zhang San would simply eliminate the victim.
The fate of the second Gumantong would be different from the first, earning the disdain of those with obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Immersed in the emotion of his dream about to come true, Wei Zhiming organized his thoughts, ready to ask for clarity, when he met Qi Yuan's "playful" gaze. It was like dry ice clinging to his skin, instantly drawing away his heat, chilling him to the bone.
It felt somewhat familiar, yet very strange. Familiar because he had seen the same evaluating look in his subordinates' eyes when he assessed their usefulness. Strange because almost no one had ever looked at him like this, not even his initial superiors, who had always regarded him with hopeful approval.
Qi Yuan: I didn't, don't make things up!
At most, it's like looking at fish on a chopping board!
With some rationality returning, he suppressed his desire and forcibly changed the subject: "Masked Men? What exactly is your purpose? And what kind of deity is that?"
"Very good," Qi Yuan nodded approvingly, "At least you didn't make me prove my identity. You're not completely stupid."
This way of a superior evaluating an inferior made Wei Zhiming frown imperceptibly. "There's no need. You possess illusions that are indistinguishable from reality."
A dry applause echoed in the hall.
"An impeccable reason, if only it wasn't just thought up."
Wei Zhiming's face changed abruptly as he suddenly remembered that Qi Yuan had once told the monster from Cherry Blossom Island that he was omnipotent within his domain.
At that time, the monster hadn't said a word, yet Qi Yuan had answered its questions as casually as he was doing now.
Having his inner calculations exposed, Wei Zhiming rose angrily, his tone rising several notches, speaking without thinking.
"You brat!"
He could have clarified everything from the beginning, yet he chose to wait until he had thought through everything. This made Wei Zhiming acutely aware once again of how detestable this young man, not even twenty years old, was.
Qi Yuan didn't refute, accepting the blame for his mischievous nature. He had simply forgotten about his previous illusion settings, but Wei Zhiming would certainly not believe his explanation.
Elderly folks, besides having poor blood pressure, also like to reminisce about their eventful past.
In just an instant, this old uncle's memories flashed through various "How unfair!"
None of his uncle's SS-class group were older than him. It must be the world's slow recovery that prevented him from breaking through, missing the best time. Born in the wrong era, how unfair of heaven!
Unable to enter the Special Fusion Zone, seemingly possessing the power of a deity, why couldn't he have been born in the era of gods!
The Masked Men would rather choose Qi Yuan than him, how unfair!
In short, a bunch of misfortunes must be heaven's targeting, it wasn't his fault, but the world's.
If the heavens could speak, they'd probably retort, "Who are you? Go find Tokiomi."
Qi Yuan, who had arbitrarily imagined the heavens' response, pulled his runaway thoughts back. Reality doesn't have a time-stop function, unlike certain hot-blooded manga where N days of flashbacks only take an instant in real time.
Mentioning this, his mind wandered again, wondering if there was an ability that could stop time when entering a flashback.
Pulling his thoughts back once more, Qi Yuan had no reason to let him reminisce for a year and a half, wouldn't that completely break character?
His smile suddenly faded, and he saw a flash of panic in Wei Zhiming's eyes. A silent atmosphere spread through the space.
Tiny beads of sweat appeared on Wei Zhiming's forehead. The eyes, like a deep abyss, made him rigid and unable to move, the pressure suddenly increasing.
Qi Yuan unhurriedly gestured for him to sit down, uttering two words that sent Wei Zhiming's blood pressure soaring.
"Nervous?"
But after flip-flopping between anger and fear several times, Wei Zhiming also realized, believing he had seen through Qi Yuan's thoughts, and snorted coldly: "Only children play such boring games. Let's talk business, or are you not planning to tell me, deliberately changing the subject?"
"There's nothing to hide, but I need to know about your intelligence-gathering capabilities in Dragon Country. If you've silenced everyone, then there's no point in wasting my breath."
The implication in his words was clear to Wei Zhiming. He had been forced to learn about Qi Yuan's connection to the Masked Men, and if he couldn't join, it meant death.
Wei Zhiming desperately wanted to wring Qi Yuan's head off. If you had this requirement, why didn't you say so earlier?
"Reestablishing contact wouldn't be difficult..." he paused halfway: "Your investigative abilities are stronger than mine, so this probably isn't for investigation, right?"
Although he knew he was in an illusion, out of habit, Wei Zhiming tried to probe Qi Yuan's true intentions.
No, old Biden's real purpose was to use this habit to test the illusion.
Qi Yuan clicked his tongue, the old guy's mind wasn't slow either.
As Wei Zhiming spoke, his inner thoughts also resonated simultaneously, though they were fragmentary, not forming complete sentences. He was testing whether the illusion made him unconsciously voice his thoughts, or if it was reading and presenting them from his mind.
If it was the former, he could hide his thoughts while speaking.
"Usually, we don't recruit useless people, but time is running out."
This out-of-the-blue statement left Wei Zhiming perplexed. He began to say some meaningless words to fill the time while he thought.
"What do you mean? Why is time running out? What's really going on with you Masked Men?"
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
iving with nine beautiful women. [Ding! Welcome back to the Joyous Sect, Host…] Lin Yu: ??? I’m clearly in a shared rental, but you’re saying I’m in the Joyous Sect? Watering plants is now [Tending to Spiritual Flora]? Cooking becomes [Researching Elixirs]? Making the bed turns into [Setting Up Formations]? A gentle and innocent auntie, twin classmates, a mysterious hacker girl on leave, a severely socially anxious artist, an elementary school Chinese teacher, a community hospital nurse, a pet shop owner, an antique clock restorer… This system… is kinda interesting.
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!