Chapter 16 Chapter 16 I'm mad! I'm forgetful! Now it's...

I don’t understand, I really don’t understand!

What on earth did I do to deserve this group of people to chase me and want to take my life?

He rolled and crawled forward, while the people behind him were pressing him step by step.

Should I be glad that this person didn't use a gun in order to avoid attracting attention?

When the blade scratched the aorta near my neck again, I broke out in a cold sweat and begged for mercy, "Please spare my life!"

The man didn't move and continued to bite my neck.

"Brother!" I noticed from observation that the other person was a beta male. "Why on earth are you trying to kill me? There's no need to pursue me relentlessly after crossing the river and then destroying the bridge, right? At least let me know the truth before I die!"

He was wearing a hood and a mask, and only his eyes looked familiar to me, but I couldn't remember where I had seen them before.

I bent my knees and hit him in the vital parts, and while he was in pain, I rolled and crawled forward again.

The damn police were arresting people randomly, and now there's no one around, and I can't even find a way to ask for help!

"Bang!"

The two men ran into a wooden house.

The room was very empty. The small room of more than ten square meters was full of garbage and dust, as well as red marks left by the physical conflict during the forced arrest.

He pressed me to the ground for the third time, and I watched the dagger getting closer and closer to my heart.

The threat of death is getting greater and greater, and the heartbeat is getting faster and faster.

"Tell me! Why do you want to kill me!" I was defeated and didn't even want to beg for mercy. I just wanted to know why these damn bitches wanted to kill me!

"Is your leader Ansa? Did he intend to kill me from the beginning? What did I do? Was it Ansa that we killed when we left the no-man's land?"

I almost hysterically vented my anger and confusion, "It wasn't me who took his identity to the Keya District! If you have the guts, go to the Keya District and kill Bai Wuyin!"

He finally reacted, a hint of astonishment flashing in his eyes.

I took advantage of the opportunity when he was stunned, picked up the wooden stool next to me and smashed it hard on his head!

“Bang!!”

Not enough!

I turned over and pushed him down, snatched his dagger fiercely, and then without giving him a chance to react, I clumsily cut his neck!

My hands were still shaking as the warm blood splashed on my face.

I used all my strength, and the blade completely penetrated his neck, ripping out his aorta from the inside.

Seeing the familiar scene again after seven years took my brain more than ten seconds to react, and I only realized what I had done after the other person died.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I cursed and stood up. "Fuck him! He really came here to take revenge by replacing someone else's identity!"

I took out my communicator and found the number that I had added back inexplicably. After opening the chat interface, I started to talk passionately until the other party called with several question marks, and then I vented my anger.

These bastards wanted to kill me and silence me from the beginning. Swapping identities with me to enter the warehouse was part of their plan.

The mixture of fear of nearly being killed and anger at being fooled was unpleasant, making me feel like my heart and brain had switched places, one was convulsing and aching like crazy, while the other was dizzy, nauseous, and about to explode.

But when I looked at the corpse at my feet, I quickly regained my composure.

Reaching out and pulling off the mask of the corpse, I recognized that this person was my neighbor.

He saw me bring Olvera home on the 21st, and he saw me arrested by the police on the 25th. He might have also seen them find the box in my room.

Is Angsa watching me from the shadows? He must be a cautious person, and he won't be satisfied until he sees me dead. What if he's not satisfied? Will he do it himself?

I began to recall the details of the riot seven years ago, especially the few people I fought with.

An alpha male, a beta female, and a beta male.

I killed the two betas and confirmed their cardiac arrest. The alpha was killed by Bai Wuyin, though there's a high probability he didn't succeed. We later found their pockets with permission to leave the no-man's land and, hiding our identities, we managed to escape, living a low-key life in the slums. Not long after, the people from the Keya District came and took Bai Wuyin, who had taken the alpha's identity, away.

Ansa must be from the Ascending City. Only someone of sufficient importance would make Levin Scott come here in person.

Had Leonza been in the slums for seven years? Why didn't he leave? What important things were there in the slums?

I began to organize all the information I had obtained during this period of time, slowly spreading it out in my mind in chronological order from far to near.

Seven years ago, during the No Man's Land riot, Angsa managed to survive and then managed to sneak into the slums. However, because his legal identity was replaced by Bai Wuyin, he had no choice but to wander around in the slums.

Back to the present, on the 20th, Ansa sent someone to exchange identities with me and leave evidence in the warehouse. On the 21st, I took Olvera home, where a neighbor witnessed it. I was interrogated again on the 25th and 26th, and I delivered the box on the 27th, early this morning. Between the evening of the 27th and now, I was assassinated.

No man's land, box, rebellion preaching...

As soon as I opened my eyes, a horrifying guess popped into my mind.

Does the rebellion speech on the 21st really matter?

My breathing became more and more rapid, until everything went dark before my eyes.

Maybe... I mean maybe, the rebellious preaching itself is a distracting activity?

The main planner, deputy planner, several members of the organization, ordinary people who were instigated to riot, and those around them who suffered unexpected disasters and were forcibly arrested were all smokescreens thrown out.

How could Onsa, who had been carefully lying in ambush in the slums for many years, allow the organization to carry out a rebellious propaganda that would sacrifice a large number of people and might also expose his identity?

He sacrificed the lives of two hundred people to divert attention. What on earth did he do on the 21st?

No one except Bai Wuyin and I knows what Angsa really looks like.

They must kill me, and kill me at all costs!

A strong sense of fear welled up in my heart.

I picked up the communicator with trembling fingers, my brain racing about what to do with the body.

I want to survive! For a lowly person like me, it is impossible to withstand the pursuit of an organization. There is no other way except to seek a backer.

The first person that comes to mind is Levine.

As the Chief Justice handling this matter, he must be able to protect me.

But I still have a slight concern. If they're here to capture the rebel leader, they could just come here openly and honestly, without having to go through the East District Pier. That would mean that if Angsa's true identity were revealed, it would be a scandal.

Scandals need scapegoats to whitewash them, and I, as an insider, may very well become a scapegoat.

So I thought of Kirsty. Kirsty might know something, but certainly not as much as Levin. I could exploit this information gap.

While I waited for Kirsty, my mind continued to race.

The fate of many lower-class calves and horses is doomed, just like delicious food that turns into dog shit no matter how many times it turns into food after it is stuffed into the stomach.

The roar of the car gradually approached and stopped outside the door.

I didn't open the door immediately. Instead, I found a suitable place to sit down and stared blankly at the corpse on the ground.

Kirsty came in and turned pale when she saw the body.

I was stunned for a moment, then quickly grabbed my coat to cover the horrible corpse.

"I'm sorry, Kirsty... I, I can't help it. I was so scared, and the first person I thought of was you. I didn't expect you to come over. When I messaged you, I regretted it..."

"Don't worry," Kirsten interrupted.

He walked around the corpse with disgust and came to me.

The bodyguards stood guard at the door, blocking any view from inside the house.

"I... I should turn myself in, right?" My eyes were filled with pain. I raised my head and looked up at Kirsty in confusion. My blood-stained hand retracted when it was about to touch him.

"Of course not." Kirsty grabbed my hand, her tone gentle and somewhat amused. "You're not wrong, it's useless. Your life was threatened, and you were acting in self-defense."

"Really?" I asked hopefully.

"Of course." Kirsty's eyes curved into a beautiful arc, and his soft white hair fell down along his wrist, staining with the sticky blood on the back of my hand.

"Kirsty...Kirsty...Kirsty..." I called his name softly over and over again, and then, guided by his palm, buried my face in his lower abdomen.

Slender, soft, and resilient.

There was also a faint scent of gardenias. I didn't know if it was the scent of the flowers in the office or the perfume he had carefully selected to match the pheromones.

Anyway, it smells refreshing.

"You're different, Kirsty," I said to him. "You're different from anyone else. Why are you in the slums?"

Kirsty's golden pupils shrank for a moment, and were soon covered by misty water vapor, making her look even more confused.

I don't have to worry about what to do with the body, Kirsty will take care of it.

I don't have to worry about what to do if I get covered in blood. The servants will listen to Kirsty and bring me new clothes.

The omega's movements were clumsy.

After all, this kind of thing should be taught by an omega's spouse, not an omega school. Their immature expressions and clumsy movements are the best temptation for alphas, and they will naturally become passionate and unrestrained in bed.

He didn't even know how far to stick out his tongue, and could only gently lick the wound on my arm that was starting to bleed again between breaths.

"Useless, can you smell my pheromones?"

I shook my head, "Kirsty, I can't smell it. But I'm guessing your pheromones are flowers."

Kirsty smiled, brushing away the white hair stuck to her cheeks by sweat. "It's the scent of gardenias, a perfume I chose specially. I'll let you smell it all the time."

Hahaha, forget it. What if I get allergic to this smell?

I never respond directly to any conversation about commitments, I only respond with actions instead.

Hmm... As expected, no matter what type of Celestial Dragon they are, the QQ space is always hot.

After it was all over, I felt refreshed.

Someone has dealt with the bodies, life safety has been temporarily guaranteed, and the quality of life has steadily improved.

As long as Bai Wuyin doesn't suddenly reveal any earth-shattering news to me in the Keya District, my future will be bright!

Standing on the balcony, I took out the flowers I had just picked from the vase on the bedside table, pinched off the top and tail, and put them in the corner of my mouth, pretending they were cigarettes.

Well, actually, I don't like anything that can paralyze my nerves and thinking ability. But since this action is so popular in third-rate novels, it's only natural for me to get one during Sage Time, right?

Thinking of this, I tried to chew the squid with my teeth.

"Ugh!" My facial features immediately twisted and I quickly spat out the branch.

Broken flowers, they are just leaves, why are they not as delicious as green vegetables?

"Pfft!" The neighbor on the balcony couldn't help but laugh out loud, "So your name is Wuyong?"

“……?” I was filled with questions.

The familiar neighbor smiled sweetly, "He was yelling so loudly, I heard it."

Oh my god! You know what we just did, and you still have the nerve to stagger out in a white shirt... Honestly, your waist is really thin.

The author has something to say:

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Alas, Wuyong is just a poor woman whose life is threatened. If it weren't for the bad man deliberately seducing her, how could she do such a thing? And one is not enough, she needs two. Just after the second one is over, another shameless bad man comes to seduce her.

What a poor child, having her feelings toyed with by bad men at such a young age.

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