The underground parking lot beneath the apartment building.

Yi Mu walked to a black Mercedes-Benz, opened the door, and got in.

Sitting in the driver's seat was a handsome, strong man with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Did you do it?"

The man's voice was hoarse from smoking. As he asked the question, he took out a pack of Hongtashan cigarettes, took one out, and put it in his mouth.

Just as he was about to light it with a lighter, Yi Mu reached out and pulled the cigarette from his mouth, then threw it out the window.

The man frowned, a hint of menace in his eyes, but he held back for a long time.

He gritted his teeth and threw the lighter out the window. He then lit another one and put it in his mouth, glancing at Yi Mu with slight impatience: "Stop dawdling like a woman. I went through so much trouble to get you this gun, have you done it or not?"

Yi Mu loosened his shirt tie, swept his hair back, took a deep breath, and licked his lips: "I didn't expect that my first shot would be so accurate in killing him. He just lay there straight down without even struggling."

His voice trembled slightly, whether from fear or something else, it was hard to tell.

The man's gaze was fixed on his pale neck. His Adam's apple bobbed, and a wicked smile crept across his lips. "Very good. You've finally taken the first step, you little wimp. In the end, you still have to beg me."

Yi Mu glanced at him. Although the two had grown up together as childhood sweethearts, they were on different paths and always got along badly, always bickering whenever they met.

He owes the man a favor this time.

He leaned back in his chair, looking a little tired, and said calmly, "Drive."

The man snorted coldly. Yi Mu had a bad habit of not liking others smoking in front of him.

The man chewed the tobacco leaves into his mouth and started the car at the same time.

Yi Mu's senses were always more acute than those of ordinary people, and the moment the car started, he suddenly opened his eyes.

Something's not right!

Almost simultaneously, the man slammed on the brakes.

The bomb hidden under the car has entered its three-second countdown.

Three seconds wasn't enough to unbuckle the seatbelt, but it was enough for Yi Mu to clearly see the chilling ferocity on the man's face.

"Damn bastard! How dare you—"

The remaining sound was drowned out by an explosion powerful enough to destroy a small building; the heat, mixed with terrifying energy, caused the Mercedes to instantly explode and disintegrate.

Yi Mu still remembers that a second before he lost consciousness, his eyes were covered, and the hands covering his eyes were calloused and smelled faintly of tobacco.

The overwhelming pain was only momentary. When Yi Mu opened his eyes again, he found himself lying unharmed on the soft bed.

His head throbbed as if he'd been hit hard with a hammer. He rubbed his head and slowly sat up, cautiously surveying the room around him.

[Hello host, I am System 1559. Nice to meet you.]

The voice that suddenly rang in his mind startled Yi Mu, making his eyelids twitch. The voice seemed to know what he was thinking, and then introduced itself in a calm and unhurried manner.

1559 claims to be the system, which picked up the soul of Imu, who died in the explosion, and made him its partner in carrying out missions.

Its self-introduction was very thorough, and coupled with the Imur's strong comprehension ability, it was able to accept its existence in a short period of time.

Yi Mu got out of bed wearing slippers, opened the door to the room, and went to the bathroom.

A strange, pale face was reflected in the mirror.

His hair was jet black and soft, which set off his paper-white skin. He had beautifully shaped eyes with large, dark pupils, giving him a pure and innocent look. His lips were of moderate thickness, pale pinkish-white without any color.

It was originally a very handsome face, but the haggardness and listlessness after a hangover made him look like he was in terrible condition.