Chapter 41

Shen Jian held his chin and tried to think about why his subordinates defected to the Middle Ages, while enduring the sharp pain in his brain that was already clamoring to bear the weight.

Although Shen Jian seemed to be very rational on the surface, no one knew how much damage the forced time and space transfer would cause to the brain and body.

What's more, because he was on guard, Shen Jian never stopped thinking and calculating numbers and codes even in his spare time.

Not to mention that he needed to fully understand this leader and his plans, the most basic thing was not to reveal the fact that he was another Shen Jian.

He had to maintain his identity as the "child of the leader of the Wuyan Tower", otherwise the world might fall into chaos in the first place - there couldn't be two Shen Jians in the world, even if they were not exactly the same.

Fortunately, it was maintained well now. Shen Jian once again endured the feeling of wanting to vomit and focused on the business.

For him, Shen Xiuzhu's defection was actually no suspense. He could make hundreds of explanations in favor of Wuyan Tower for this established fact in an instant, but Shen An's expression told him that Shen Xiuzhu might have simply defected.

Even though it wasn't his own puppy, Shen Jian still felt slightly sad.

Shen Jian paused for a moment, put aside the information he had just read, and his brain, which was confused by overuse, naturally uttered a sentence: "...Why did Qingzhu defect?"

Shen An's eyes instantly fixed on Shen Jian's face, and he stared at him in confusion and suspicion.

Shen Jian, who felt terrified when he blurted out that word just now, said: "..."

Shen Jian's throat rolled, and his body froze in place. His brain, which was almost on the verge of drying out, was forced to turn again by the master's instructions.

He couldn't help but wonder if this was a test Shen An had prepared in advance.

Why did he blurt out the word "green bamboo"?

Qingzhu - although everyone knows that Shen Xiuzhu's public code name is Qingzhu, only the leader of Wuyin Tower will occasionally call him that.

Obviously, he hadn't called out for a long time - Oh my God, looking at Shen An's dark and flickering expression now, Shen Jian was about to faint.

He felt that the vest he had just wrapped tightly was no longer secure.

Shen Jian placed the document steadily on the table and tried to put on a smile. "Continue?"

Shen An paused, raised an innocent smile, stared at Shen Jian closely, and asked casually, "Your Majesty?"

Shen Jian hugged his vest firmly and smiled weakly at Shen An, “I said don’t call me that.”

He secretly prayed that Shen An would definitely ask him why he knew that Shen Xiuzhu only allowed the boss to call him that. Otherwise, if he explained it in advance, wouldn't it mean that he was confessing himself?

But he couldn't help but ignore this flaw, in case Chen An used it to stab him unexpectedly in some situation in the future...

Oh, he had to admit that he played a role in which he was both his father and his son, and then he recognized himself as his father, and he played with his subordinates at will with a well-behaved, innocent and cute face.

Then they would be kicked out of the world that froze due to a bug or be directly erased and restarted, and the entire universe would be smoothly played out by that leader.

A drop of cold sweat slid down Shen Jian's forehead.

Shen An was a little confused, and looked at the indifferent boy with his eyes, and finally asked softly: "...How do you know Shen Xiuzhu's nickname?"

The boy's expression was calm, and Shen An was not sure if he had said that title deliberately.

Perhaps it was to reveal the highest authority he could secretly obtain from the leader.

Shen An thought for a moment, then cast an approving and appreciative look at the young man.

He is indeed the leader's child.

Shen Jian, however, had no idea that Shen An had fallen into some kind of Dihua again. He looked calm but was frantically searching for information to make up for it.

No, what was Shen An's look like? Was he expecting something? What was he expecting?

Are you waiting for him to reveal some more flaws?

...This is indeed the trap that Shen An had dug in advance. Could it be that his identity had already been suspected?

Shen Jian glanced weakly at his bright-eyed chestnut-haired subordinate, and suddenly felt a pain in his stomach.

In Shen An's eyes, the young man seemed to be full of flaws and hesitated for a while before responding slowly and casually, "Hmm? I saw it in the file on his card."

Shen An paused, then slowly opened his wet eyes, "You have access to the boss's highest-level files?"

Because of Shen Xiuzhu's defection, his information was naturally locked at the highest level and would not be easily taken out.

What, the highest level of information, the kind that he had spent a month searching for in the secret compartment of the video monitoring room when he first arrived at the Wuyan Tower?

Maintaining a stiff smile, Shen Jian nodded seemingly calmly: “Yeah.”

…I can only accept it for now.

Although he didn't know that Shen Xiuzhu's file would be listed as the highest level, he had no experience of subordinates defecting! How could there be a "Shen Jian" who couldn't even look after his own subordinates and let another "Shen Jian" clean up his mess!

In his heart, Shen Jian fiercely mocked himself who had already died in this world.

The subordinate's expression quickly relaxed, and with the gentleness that only a child can have, he praised her without reservation: "As expected of the boss's bloodline, you are so outstanding."

The boy wasn't sure whether this sentence was a meaningful hint or not, but he didn't dare to blow up the truck again, so he could only suppress his grief and anger in his heart.

He raised his eyelids and didn't answer, but just casually changed the subject: "Well, tell me?"

Shen An shook his head: "In fact, sir... a month later, Shen Xiuzhu may have started planning his defection. Although the hidden route we have investigated is indeed the Middle Ages, there are currently no weapons made by Shen Xiuzhu in the Middle Ages."

“You should know that the weapons made by Shen Xiuzhu are of the quantum type, which means that if he really enters the Middle Ages, then the Wuyan Tower will really have no chance of winning.”

Chen An had no expression: "After all, most of the things in Wuyan Tower have been taken away."

"Have you ever considered just tying him up?"

Shen Jian glanced at Shen An, who seemed to have a gentle expression.

Shen An smiled softly, "Hey, you know, we won't even hide anything from you, let alone the boss? But since you're here, you'll have to stop telling us."

The chestnut-haired subordinate glanced at Xu Yinmo, who was lazily leaning on the sofa. "Actually, we are looking forward to the birth of your first direct subordinate, okay?"

Chen An folded his hands on his knees and smiled tolerantly and softly, as if he was facing the only child left by the old master, hinting implicitly: It's time for you to usurp the throne.

Shen Jian was silent for a while, and looked away seemingly calmly.

What he meant was that although they couldn't do it, if Shen Jian did it, they could bear to watch from the side, right?

He had said it long ago that these guys would definitely be happy to see him and the leader "killing each other".

The young man gave a meaningless smile, seemingly touched, but in fact he was sweating again in his heart and made up his mind: he would never develop a trace of love, and most importantly, he would never have children, never!

Never give his subordinates the chance to get any gossip!

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There is no annihilation tower.

This was actually the first time that Shen Jian actually stopped at the main gate. Since he woke up from the Wuyan Tower, he had only left the tower twice. The first time he went to the spire meeting, and the second time he met Mo Yi with a sword in hand, and both times he used quantum transmission.

A heavy circular arch that was several dozen meters high stood in front of Shen Jian, Shen An stood behind him, and a male cadre with aqua-colored short hair stood in front of him. The short-haired cadre gave Shen Jian a half-salute in advance, and he seemed to really regard the boy as the next successor, with a loving look that made the boy's already complicated mood even more complicated.

An hour ago, the leader conveyed the order to Shen Jian to return to the tower quickly through the silver snake ring locked in the isolation box.

Of course, when Shen Jian took out this top-level transmitter that he used as a decoration, the order had expired for twenty minutes.

Shen Jian, who was still immersed in the fear of being exposed, said: …

The young man stepped into the Wuyan Tower with an expressionless face. He felt heavy in his heart, anxious, very sad, and felt very dangerous. He glanced at Chen An, who was following behind him with an innocent smile, with cold sweat on his face.

Shen An noticed the boy's gaze, so he raised a soft smile and came closer: "Don't be afraid, the boss actually likes you very much."

Don't be afraid, the boss is normal now.

Shen An put his hands behind his back and calmly cut off the notification letter from a certain cadre.

Shen Jian turned around and smiled gently at Shen An behind him: “Yeah.”

The two exchanged information tacitly, then separated without hesitation and walked in different directions.

It was hard to tell that two hours ago, the two of them had calmly planned how to cruelly crush the boss's ideals.

When Shen Jian stepped onto the stairs and walked alone in the corridor on the top floor, he forced himself to relax.

It had been less than 12 hours since he was thrown off the tower by his leader, and he couldn't understand why the man called him over.

No reason.

Shen Jian stopped silently in front of the door of the leader's room, thought about it, and still did not take out the dagger.

He opened the door and closed it again. The darkness shone upon them again. The leader still maintained the same posture as last night.

When he heard the sound of the door opening and closing, he just opened his eyes and glanced at Shen Jian without any expression.

Shen Jian quickly tensed his body, and the dagger slid down silently, leaving a mark on his white shirt from the sharp blade.

"Don't be nervous." The leader said casually, caressing the hilt of the sword on his right hand. "I just want to ask you a question."

The boy stood far away from the leader, his expression surprisingly calm: "What?"

The long-haired leader stood up in the darkness, his long hair scattered, and said in a light tone: "I didn't find your information in any laboratory."

The boy responded calmly: "I don't know where I was born. Maybe it wasn't a laboratory."

The leader glanced at Shen Jian, his cloak draped over the armrest, the black military uniform on his back had become stiff, and it was obvious that it had been soaked with blood more than once.

He didn't seem to feel the pain. "This means you may not be my child."

Shen Jian frowned: “Isn’t this something you already knew?”

"Yeah." The leader's pupils covered by black flashed quickly, drooped, and quickly returned to their usual calm silence.

"Then I can explain it to you openly and honestly..."

Shen Jian's face turned cold, he put the dagger back to his wrist, and interrupted the leader's words: "Wait a minute. Do you think I just admit that I am not your bloodline?"

Even though Shen Jian didn't want to admit it, he needed this relationship.

Since he first arrived in this world, Shen Jian realized more than once that he must not be "Shen Jian".

Be it an artificial human or any other identity, even a kitten or a puppy, but he must not be the second leader of the Tower of Wuyan.

Even though he had always used "the mutual attraction between blood relatives" as a bargaining chip to show that "father" was a necessity for him, was it not possible?

He felt that he had performed well enough - he even planted hints in himself, defining his feelings for the leader as "his unique indulgence and understanding of another self", and then acted according to such feelings.

Shen Jian frowned deeply, and forced the leader, who had been silent for some reason, to sit down, and imprisoned the man with his hands on both sides and a calm face: "What do you think? I inherited your genes, and I can feel everything you can feel."

He said straightforwardly: "And you know clearly that it is impossible for us to abandon each other."

The leader's eyelashes trembled, and then quickly slid across Shen Jian's eyes.

He raised his chin and said as if he didn't care, "It's too late."

Shen Jian’s arms froze for a moment, and a bad premonition suddenly surged in his heart: “…What?”

He stepped back a little, scanned the surrounding scenery, and fixed his attention on the leader again.

"The next storm is ahead of schedule. It will arrive in five hours, covering 98% of the planet's land and ocean coverage." The leader announced calmly.

Shen Jian suddenly looked up and observed the leader's expression, and soon realized that he was not joking.

"I know what you, Shen An, and Shen Congjian are thinking, I just don't want to care."

The long-haired leader raised his eyes and said, "Now, do you still acknowledge the blood relationship you have identified?"

Shen Jian took a last, careful look at the leader's expression, "Are you serious?"

The room was deserted.

Shen Jian raised a very calm smile.

The darkness swallowed everything. Ice cubes slid down along the skin, and the raw, suffocating mud surged up.

In the darkness, the leader clearly heard the boy's half-smiley voice: "Very good."