The young man toyed with a small knife in his hand, two blades weaving back and forth between his fingers, almost like he was about to make a flower out of them.
He had a pair of eyes with more white showing below the iris, a handsome face, and a body full of hard muscle, but the smile at the corner of his lips clashed badly with his looks—that smile was just too exaggerated, too strange.
When he saw another man walk out of the boss’s room, the young man waved happily at him. “Xiao San’er, did the boss give you a new task?”
“The boss told me to come teach you a lesson.”
“Teach me a lesson?”
“Idiot, you exposed our tracks. Now the Chi family has their eyes on us.”
“The Chi family…” The young man’s eyes darkened. “Back then, we should’ve just increased the dose of that forbidden drug a few times over. That snake from the Chi family is really annoying.”
“Our plan goes on as usual. When the time comes, you’ll lure the Chi family people away. Be careful. If something happens to you this time, I might not be able to pick up your chip again.”
The young man agreed cheerfully. He leaned his body back, letting half of himself hang over the balcony, ready to fall at any moment.
“Ge You.”
Before leaving, the man called out the young man’s name once.
“Hm? What is it?” The young man lifted his head, even his waist straightening a little.
“Don’t die. This time, I really won’t come save you.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. The boss’s grand plan all comes down to this, right? We’re just artificial humans made by the boss anyway. Even if we really die, it doesn’t matter. There’ll be another Ge You to keep you company.”
“…You think everyone names themselves like you do?”
The young man laughed, his laughter unusually delighted. Ge You wasn’t even a name he gave himself—it was the name of the first poor guy he killed.
He took out a piece of paper already covered with scribbles and a pen from the pocket of his work pants, then continued sketching on it. On the page was clearly a male lion and a venomous snake.
Getting help from his big brother was certainly good, but the other party couldn’t lend him all his power. That meant Ji Chenxi could at most use seventy percent of Ji Anze’s strength. After being stabbed in the back by Chen Xing, the first thing Ji Chenxi did was test Manye Zhe’s attitude. Manye Zhe had probably already guessed something earlier—he first comforted Ji Chenxi for a bit, then said he had only joined that group for fun back then. If Ji Chenxi hadn’t shown up later, he might not have stayed that long.
The meaning of those words was already clear, but Ji Chenxi still said, “If it’s difficult for you, you don’t have to get involved.”
“Listen to you. Little rose, you’ve helped me so many times before, and I haven’t really helped you much. I’ll be honest—this time, I’m on your side.”
Ji Chenxi pressed his lips together and thanked him for the kindness.
As for Gu Hechuan, Ji Chenxi chose to lay everything out directly—he was actually Bai Wei, and he knew that Gu Hechuan was Crow. The shock on Gu Hechuan’s side was probably quite big; he stayed silent for a long time before finally saying, “Watching me make a fool of myself?”
“No, I didn’t even dare recognize you at first. Crow is just too different from how you usually are. Later on, I just thought I’d give you a surprise when we met.”
“More like a scare.”
Gu Hechuan didn’t lash out at Chen Xing’s actions. Instead, he analyzed it calmly. “I already felt before that he had strong leadership ability. Under that gentle exterior is ambition that’s hard to hide. I originally thought he’d make a good commander and strategist, and I even wanted to recommend him to you. Now it seems his ambition is even bigger than I imagined.”
“Maybe from his point of view, he didn’t do anything wrong. After all, he’s a thorough perfectionist.”
“A perfectionist? Maybe. But I think besides chasing perfection, he was also driven by your loss of control. For someone with a strong need for control, your actions are basically resistance and unpredictability.”
Ji Chenxi only smiled at that. Could he really not guess? Was Chen Xing really only doing all this because of his flaws?
He already had an answer in his heart. He just felt that admitting it so directly would make his trust from those earlier years seem ridiculous.
“When you’re out in the world, it’s normal to misjudge people. Finding out earlier is a good thing. Not just you—even we were fooled by him, weren’t we?” Gu Hechuan sharply noticed that slight shift in emotion and used a gentle tone to soothe him, though his eyes were cold.
After ending the call, Gu Hechuan looked at the red-haired young man beside him. “Chen Xing is no longer hiding his ambition. He’s about to make a move.”
The red-haired young man was admiring and playing with the pile of weapons in Gu Hechuan’s collection. Hearing that, a sweet, sticky smile appeared on his lips. “I’ve disliked him for a long time. Perfect chance to have a proper fight.”
“You really don’t care about old ties at all.”
“Chen Xing never cared about old ties with us. Between him and me, it’s just a relationship where we help each other when needed. You might not know this, but he has another force. All these years, his people have been secretly snatching things I had my eye on in my territory. I’ve wanted to shoot him for a long time.”
“There are seven people in our group. Do you think Queqi is likely to take our side?”
“Ha, my god, that’s really putting our precious omega in a tough spot. Queqi, huh—there’s a seventy percent chance she’ll cooperate with Chen Xing, and a thirty percent chance she’ll stay neutral and not get involved. The Fairy Twelve Stars’ power depends on which side they stand. Compared to Queqi, we might as well look forward to Wantu’s choice.”
That was the biggest arms dealer of them all.
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