Armand suddenly woke up from his sleep. He sat on the edge of the bed, sweating all over. He lowered his head and took a breath for a while before he came to his senses from the nightmare.

In other words, I came to my senses from the nightmare-like reality.

Armand clenched his hands which were covered with cold sweat. The last scene in his dream was Mu Sicheng with his head on the ground bleeding and his pupils dilated.

The other's blood spread on the ground, merging with the pool of blood beneath his own body.

Armand sat on the edge of the bed, thinking about the dream he had just had, or rather his previous life.

His brother, Georgia, is the captain of the third district of the Heretic Management Bureau. He has been extremely busy since Armand was old enough to remember. Because Georgia is engaged in a very dangerous job, he has a strong desire to protect Armand - Georgia has strict plans for Armand's every move.

For example, Georgia strictly forbade Armand from entering the Bureau of Heresy and engaging in any work related to heresy.

But Armand was not convinced. The more Georgia refused, the more he wanted to enter. The work of the Bureau of Heresy was very attractive to him - this was the job of saving the world in his fantasy!

Armand, who idolized his brother Georgia since childhood, became more and more interested in the Heretic Bureau. When he reached adolescence, he was extremely rebellious and directly entered the Heretic Bureau's training camp.

This led to the first quarrel between Armand and Georgia. Armand was furious, but in the end he got what he wanted.

And Georgia said to him coldly, Armand, you are a cowardly and soft-hearted man, you can't be cruel to your enemies, and if you do, you will be severely punished by fate.

Now think about it, Georgia was right. Georgia is always right.

At that time, Armand had not yet been severely punished by fate, and he always had some unrealistic and naive fantasies about the kindness of fate.

With this naivety like a time bomb, he entered the Heretic Management Bureau, and was then demoted by Georgia to the most secure Heretic Management Department, responsible for clerical work.

The depressed Armand counted various heretics idly, trying to run to the most dangerous front line at any opportunity, but he was discovered by Georgia every time and then controlled more strictly in the headquarters of District 3.

Armand felt an indescribable loneliness.

Since he was growing up, he has been surrounded by a high protective wall built by Georgia to protect him from heresy. There is nothing inside the wall except him. Even Georgia stays outside the wall carefully and even eats through a layer of plastic cover to prevent contamination of him.

And he finished growing up, but he was still staying inside this wall, without even anyone to talk to.

And soon this person appeared.

District Three, which Georgia is in charge of, is a storage area for high-risk heretics. It stores the most dangerous and valuable heretics. District Three's bases are generally in very secret locations and few people can detect them. However, all of this is an exception for District Three's natural enemy - Mu Sicheng.

Mu Sicheng is the biggest enemy of District 3. Every time this arrogant thief comes to District 3, everyone in the district will be in chaos. The members of District 3 have almost devoted all their efforts to studying the weaknesses of this elusive thief in an attempt to catch him.

After much research, we have only discovered a little bit of the surface.

As Armand was stuffing bread into his mouth, he heard the teammates next to him mention Mu Sicheng's background for the thousandth time, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Mu Sicheng...my best friend is dead...I can't work with anyone now. I'm very lonely and keep to myself..."

"He seems to mind this a lot. He gets furious and loses control when he hears it... We can use this to our advantage..."

Armand, holding a piece of bread in his mouth, interrupted in a slurred voice: "How can a dead friend be considered a weakness?"

He patted his chest with a playful smile and recommended himself: "Unless you can create a living friend for him, that would be considered a weakness. I think I am good. I can help you be a spy and be the friend of this thief."

The team members knew that Armand was the captain's brother, so they laughed and joked with him: "Do you know how this thief's friend died?"

Armand shook his head honestly.

The team members threatened him: "He was killed by Mu Sicheng himself! If you become friends with him, you might get killed by him too!"

Armand was stunned and choked on the bread he was swallowing.

That night, the red alert sounded in District 3.

Armand woke up from his sleep in a daze, and heard Georgia's serious voice on the radio: "All areas on alert! Mu Sicheng stole three heavy second-level red heretics and was shot in the waist by me. Now he has lost his mobility and is on the run inside the Administration! All team members, conduct a carpet search!"

"——We can kill him on the spot if necessary!"

The team members searched room by room for the thief who was shot, with joy on their faces. The joy of impending success was such that even after Armand, who had secretly joined the search team, was discovered by the team members, he was let off with a blind eye.

Armand followed the search excitedly, but after searching twice, he was discovered by Georgia. Armand was reprimanded by Georgia with his head down, and then he returned to his room in shame.

But when Armand returned to his room, he immediately realized something was wrong. Something had sneaked into his room.

Armand did not close the door when he left the dormitory. Although he was very cautious and everything in the room seemed to be intact, the smell could not be concealed - Armand smelled a strong smell of blood.

His heart was pounding nervously.

Armand knew that he couldn't stop the other person, so he pretended that he didn't notice anything and turned around to leave to inform others.

But the moment he turned around, someone grabbed his throat with a sharp claw. A tall man was breathing heavily and pressing on him, laughing maliciously: "You are very sensitive, your nose is as sensitive as mine. You can smell my blood, right?"

Armand's heart nearly jumped out of his throat. He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. Before he could say anything, the man on his shoulders slowly slid down.

Armand turned around in a trance.

He saw a young man about his age lying weakly in a pool of blood, with monkey headphones on his head and breathing rapidly.

Armand immediately realized that the man was about to go into shock from losing too much blood. He stared blankly at Mu Sicheng lying in a pool of blood, and his mind involuntarily echoed all the background information he had heard about this brutal thief.

[…I have no friends…I’m alone…I feel very lonely…I can only talk to a follower behind me]

[Every time I steal something, everything I do is to please the person behind it and get his approval...]

[It seems that the person behind this is going to expand the smuggling line recently, so Mu Sicheng has been visiting District 3 more and more frequently...]

Armand thought the other party would be an old man in his forties or fifties, but he didn't expect... he was so young.

Blood spread out from under Mu Sicheng's body into a pool. He curled up with a dazed look in his eyes. He did not cover the wound, but instead used his injured abdomen to protect the three heretical boxes inside that he had stolen.

Armand's lips were pressed into a straight line. He gripped the pistol behind his waist, then gritted his teeth, pulled out the gun and aimed it at Mu Sicheng's head.

But no matter how hard he pushed himself, Armand couldn't do it - his brother was right.

He couldn't shoot a living person like this, even though he knew he was an unforgivable villain, but he could see in the dying Mu Sicheng's eyes the same desire as his - a desire for life, for that little hope to be understood and recognized.

At this moment, there was a knock on his door.

Armand was startled. He subconsciously propped Mu Sicheng up and hid him under the bed. Then he cleaned the floor, sprayed a lot of air freshener with fear, and lay on the bed pretending to be asleep.

The person who came was an ordinary team member. He asked Armand: "Did you see any suspicious people?"

Armand, who was lying on the bed, was terrified and quickly replied, "No! I sprayed a lot of air freshener because I just took a lot of smelly shit!"

Visitor: “…There’s no need to tell me this.”

Fortunately, no one suspected Armand, the captain's younger brother, so the man walked away holding his nose in the pungent smell of air freshener.

Armand lay paralyzed on the bed. After hesitating for a long time, he placed a bottle of special healing agent and a roll of bandage under the bed.

Maybe it was a very long time before a pair of monkey paws stretched out from under the bed and "swish" took away these things.

Armand half-knelt on the bed, hugging his knees. His eyes were unfocused and he wondered why he did this.

But before he could come up with a conclusion, a rejuvenated, slightly arrogant voice came from under the bed: "Hey, what's your name?"

Armand answered honestly: "Armand."

There was a sneer from under the bed: "That's ugly. You look exactly like the man who shot me. Who are you?"

"...Brother." Having said this, Armand became even more depressed.

Why on earth did I save the enemy who was shot and wounded by my brother?

After being silent for a long time under the bed, he asked the same question as Armand was thinking: "Why... did you save me?"

Armand sighed sadly: "I don't know either. I just couldn't help it and saved him."

For some reason, a series of extremely mocking laughs and coughs came from under the bed, and then the person cursed in a low voice: "Idiot."

Armand: “…”

Although I also think it's pretty stupid, isn't it wrong for you to say this?

When Armand woke up early the next morning, Mu Sicheng was gone. On the one hand, Armand breathed a sigh of relief, but on the other hand, he wondered if he had gone crazy wanting to achieve great things, so he had this dream of catching Mu Sicheng?

But why did the me in the dream save him and then let him go?

Armand was puzzled and gave up.

But not long after, the notorious thief visited the Heretic Administration again, but this time Mu Sicheng did not take anything away, but left something behind.

Like all the overly arrogant thieves in history, this time he actually sent a letter of advance warning to District 3, naming the names of the people involved.

[——I came to steal things on Wednesday. I don’t know what I’m going to steal. Just take it as you see fit. Let your captain’s younger brother, the one with the ugly name, wash himself and wait for me at the door!]

Georgia opened his eyes and threw the notice in front of the stupid Armand: "Explain why Mu Sicheng started to target you?"

"...I don't know either..." Armand wanted to cry but had no tears. He really regretted it.

Georgia took a deep breath, stared at Armand for a long time, and finally made a judgment: "No matter what happened between you and Mu Sicheng, Armand, you must remember that this man is a devil, and you will eventually be harmed by him."

"But if you really need a chance to recognize this reality, I'll give it to you."

Georgia looked at the guilty Armand: "Join us in the siege on Wednesday with a gun."

On Wednesday, Armand stood trembling at the front with a gun in hand, and soon the thief came.

This was the first time Armand saw Mu Sicheng running and stealing.

Mu Sicheng was as fast as the wind, and as free as the wind. He smiled and brushed past Armand, who was still in shock, at a speed invisible to the naked eye. Then he grabbed Armand's wrist and ran with the stunned Armand.

Amid the gunfire and screams of all the B.O.T. members, the enemy thieves and Armand ran away like two children caught in the act.

Armand was confused. He pulled his hand away and tried to leave, but at this moment, Mu Sicheng raised his eyebrows and smiled mischievously, turning his head in the wind to look at him: "It's fun to see that they can't catch us, isn't it?"

Armand was startled. He turned his head and saw his teammates chasing them hysterically behind him. Against the backdrop of Mu Sicheng's extreme speed, the ferocious facial expressions of these running teammates seemed a little funny - it was really funny, and Armand couldn't help laughing.

Mu Sicheng ran very fast, and Armand, who was holding his hand, also ran very fast.

Various heretics appeared one by one under Mu Sicheng's superb stealing skills. These dangerous heretics measured and sorted by Armand were weighed casually in Mu Sicheng's hands, as if they were not heretics, but just Mu Sicheng's toys. And this was not a theft crime that endangered the world, but just a game played on a whim by this thief.

Mu Sicheng casually threw a heretic to Armand and smiled: "Do you know what this is used for?"

"Number 8035..." Armand racked his brains to recall the statistics he had done, "This seems to be... a butterfly in the wind..."

He remembered it was capable of producing hurricane-force winds.

Mu Sicheng interrupted Armand impatiently and opened it directly: "Won't you know it if you open it?"

A flock of colorful and exotic butterflies fluttered out of the box, and the wind blew out from under their colorful tails. The strong wind swayed back and forth in the closed room, and it could move a person's hairline back one centimeter.

Armand was caught off guard and was blown away.

Mu Sicheng grabbed Armand's ankle to prevent him from being blown away. He couldn't help laughing and taunting: "You have been guarding here for so long, your brother wouldn't have let you play with this, right?"

"Is this a joke?!" Armand yelled in despair, "Stop it now, it will cause severe climate change!"

“No.” Mu Sicheng managed to balance himself in the wind. He floated slightly above Armand. After stabilizing Armand’s shoulders, he explained with a low laugh, “You are so stupid. I don’t know how your brother taught you. Watch out, every heretic has a weakness—”

Mu Sicheng controlled Armand's fingers and grabbed the tail of a butterfly flying in the wind, and whispered to Armand: "As long as you control its weakness, this heretic will be your toy."

Armand watched in disbelief as the butterfly in his hand stopped flapping and settled obediently on his fingertips.

Mu Sicheng chuckled complacently: "Right?"

But the next moment, Mu Sicheng maliciously let go of the fingers that were holding the butterfly, and flicked the butterfly's tail feathers with his index finger, and suddenly a strong wind blew.

Mu Sicheng grabbed the panicked Armand by the back of his neck and quickly retreated in the hurricane caused by the butterflies. He laughed wildly at the team members who came to chase them in the wind and gestured goodbye with two fingers on his forehead:

"I stole your captain's brother and took him away for fun!"

They disappeared in the sudden wind without a trace.

In fact, the wind didn't carry the two people for long, and Mu Sicheng stopped.

He didn't know who called him, but his originally happy expression suddenly calmed down, and his tone changed from jumpy to calm: "... Got it, I will bring the stuff back, there is no problem with the smuggling line here."

After finishing the call, Mu Sicheng turned around and saw Armand, and burst into laughter.

Armand's face is 99% similar to Georgia's. At this moment, Armand, who has never experienced such excitement, has his brown hair blown into a mess by the wind, mixed with grass debris, and his expression is also blank at the level of mental retardation.

He was now lying on the ground with his limbs on the ground - it was not that he did not want to stand up, but mainly because he had never ridden in a hurricane, so Armand felt a little dizzy.

Mu Sicheng half-knelt in front of Armand, who was lying on the ground, and said with a half-smile: "I thought the brother of such a conservative guy would be a little conservative, but he turned out to be a little idiot."

Armand glanced at Mu Sicheng dimly and said, "You curse again."

Mu Sicheng tried not to laugh. He stood up with his hands in his pockets, took out a few heretical boxes from his pocket and threw them all to Armand: "Okay, I've played enough for today. I'll play with you again if I have the chance in the future. Bye."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Armand came back to his senses. He looked at the boxes in front of him and was suddenly startled.

——These boxes were not only taken away by Mu Sicheng today, but he also returned the three boxes that he saved when Mu Sicheng was injured last time.

"Mu Sicheng--" After thinking it over again, Armand couldn't help but call out to Mu Sicheng, "Give me back what you stole last time."

Mu Sicheng raised his eyebrows and turned on one foot: "Why, it's better to give it back to you?"

Armand answered honestly: "You probably came here to play today. You took all the light red heretics, but these three are heavy red. They must be your target. It would be great if you could give them back to me, but I'm mainly afraid that you'll come and steal again next time."

"It is indeed my target." Mu Sicheng curled his lips and smiled, "But I was caught by you last time, so the theft naturally failed. This is not my trophy."

Mu Sicheng waved his hand and left without looking back, saying with a smile: "Of course I will come to steal again. If you don't want to lose anything, try to catch me, Armand."

Armand looked at the three boxes and was silent for a long time.

Armand, who successfully brought back the stolen box, finally qualified to join the front line.

After that, Mu Sicheng would send warning letters to Armand from time to time, and Armand seemed to have grown up overnight. He became more stable and would do his best to hunt down Mu Sicheng.

Whenever Mu Sicheng came, Armand was the fastest runner, almost as fast as Mu Sicheng, but he never shot at Mu Sicheng.

Gradually, Armand became the person who recovered the most stolen items from Mu Sicheng in the whole process.

As Armand grew up in the process of pursuing Mu Sicheng, he became more stable, more responsible, and more capable, and became Georgia's second-in-command, that is, the deputy captain.

One day, after dinner, Armand returned to the dormitory after registering as a heretic. He found a notice beside his bed, which read: [Deputy Captain, we don’t want to play the game of hunting anymore. Do you want to drink?]

Armand curled his lips slightly, and after carefully confirming that his brother was not there, he slipped out of the back door of the Heretic Management Bureau.

Armand came to the open space where he was swept by Mu Sicheng's gust of wind. They would occasionally come here to get together. Although they didn't know why two guys from the two hostile camps would do this, it started unknowingly and became an unspoken agreement between the two.

This open space was very desolate on the ground, but when you looked up you could see the bright night sky. When Armand arrived, Mu Sicheng was sitting on a small hill looking up at the starry sky.

"Here I am." Mu Sicheng greeted Armand lazily and threw him a bottle of wine.

Armand took it calmly as if it was normal, then looked up and paused.

He noticed that Mu Sicheng was in a bad mood tonight.

"What's wrong?" Armand asked, sitting next to Mu Sicheng.

Mu Sicheng raised his head and took a sip of wine, then exhaled a foul breath: "That guy has given me full authority over the smuggling line. I won't come here to steal anything anymore."

He was silent for a moment, then continued as if nothing had happened: "See you later, we're about to start a fight, so change your empty-shelled gun."

After Mu Sicheng finished speaking, Armand also fell silent.

——If it’s just stealing, it can still be treated as a game, but when it escalates to smuggling that endangers everyone, it’s no longer a game between them.

It's the life and death of countless people.

Armand seldom drank, but at that moment, he took a big sip, wiped his mouth and said, "I will."

"I've played many, many games, some tragic, some terrifying, and one..." Mu Sicheng muttered to himself as he looked up at the starry sky, "--I will never forget it."

"But this period of time is the happiest time for me." Mu Sicheng lowered his head. He did not look at Armand, but extended his hand to him. "Thank you, whether you let me go or accompany me."

Armand held Mu Sicheng's hand and said seriously, "It's okay, we are friends."

Mu Sicheng paused, remained silent for a while, then sneered: "Do you know how my last friend died?"

"Killed by you yourself." Armand held Mu Sicheng's hand tightly, his dark brown eyes showing an unshakable determination, "But I believe you won't kill me. In other words, I will try my best to become much stronger than you, so that I won't be killed by you, nor will I kill you!"

Armand clenched his fist and said, "I will be strong enough to stop you from doing what you are going to do!"

Mu Sicheng pulled his hand back and turned his head away awkwardly, but with a smile on his face that he couldn't help but say, "...You little brat, don't think you can be so proud just because you've caught me so many times."

But perhaps neither Armand nor Mu Sicheng would have thought that this would be the last time they would smile at each other.

Three months later, Bai Liu came to transport a batch of goods, and when Mu Sicheng was handing over the goods, George, who was on patrol, discovered some clues.

After Georgia confirmed that this was a batch of high-risk smuggled heretics that would have serious consequences once they entered the market, he launched a fierce attack without hesitation. Mu Sicheng, who stayed behind, originally had a hard time coping, but Bai Liu, who had already left after handing over the goods, turned around and returned to the port.

With Bai Liu's help, Mu Sicheng captured the famous captain of District 3 on the spot.

When he saw that the person coming was Georgia, Mu Sicheng's pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly.

Bai Liu, who was sitting in the chair, did not miss this subtle change in Mu Sicheng's expression. Bai Liu looked at Georgia, who was half-kneeling in front of his knees with an expressionless face, and raised the end of his eyebrows slightly.

"Do you know this captain?"

Mu Sicheng answered with difficulty: "I often go to the third district under his jurisdiction to steal heresy..."

Bai Liu turned his head and looked at Mu Sicheng calmly: "I don't like people lying to me. You know that the acquaintance I'm talking about is not just meeting him - do you have feelings for him?"

"No!" Mu Sicheng denied it quickly.

Bai Liu turned his head and looked at Georgia thoughtfully: "But your reaction when you saw this face couldn't be faked. It wasn't him. It must be someone who looks very similar to him."

He leaned over and lifted Georgia's head, lowering his eyes to examine the face. "You should be able to tell whether a female direct relative is that person from the body shape, so this person should be a male, and a male of similar age, otherwise you would not be unable to tell the difference in appearance at first glance."

Mu Sicheng's breathing almost stopped and his hands clenched into fists.

"——Is he his younger brother?" Bai Liu calmly announced the answer, "He is close to your age, and perhaps has similar experiences to a certain extent. This kind of relationship between them is established in such an opposing position——"

Bai Liu opened his eyelids and looked at the silent Mu Sicheng, clasping his hands together in front of him: "——Is it fun?"

Mu Sicheng's eyes were red and he let out a long breath. He didn't say a word to defend himself, but lowered his head and knelt down.

"Please... let Georgia go." He spoke word by word, "I went too far. I will control myself next time. Killing him now will cause the manager of District 3 to change, and the layout will be changed, making it inconvenient for us to investigate..."

Mu Sicheng was about to continue speaking, but he seemed to realize how ridiculous and powerless it was to try to convince Bai Liu that letting Georgia go was absurd and ineffective. So after not getting any response from Bai Liu, Mu Sicheng calmed down and knelt motionlessly in front of Bai Liu.

Bai Liu lowered his eyes and said, "As a sign of my respect for you and your dedication to your work during this period, I can let him go."

Mu Sicheng raised his head in surprise.

"It won't be an exception next time." Bai Liu glanced at Georgia calmly, "But before that, in order to prevent the captain of District 3 from remembering our smuggling route, I need to show him something."

Mu Sicheng breathed a sigh of relief: "——Is it a memory-erasing item?"

"No." Bai Liu said softly, "I'm going to let him try out the new item I just got, [Future]."

After taking a look at that thing, Georgia became motionless as if his soul had been sucked out, like a corpse. He was thrown by Bai Liu on a piece of wasteland - the secret wasteland where Mu Sicheng and Armand occasionally drank.

Mu Sicheng secretly notified Armand to come and take his brother away.

Armand, who came over, was so panicked that he carried Georgia, who was lying on the ground with lifeless eyes, back on his back.

——That was the beginning of all nightmares.

After Georgia remained silent for a month and was ready to commit suicide at any time, the desperate Armand exploded and logged into the game.

After struggling and crawling through the game, the dying Armand saw the other side of the thief named Mu Sicheng on the big screen for the first time.

This man laughed wantonly and killed at will. In his hands, human life was as careless as a toy. He followed another person and turned from a thief into an extremely sharp weapon, and every strike would draw blood.

Armand stood there in a daze among the audience who were cheering for Mu Sicheng's capture of his opponent's neck. He looked up at the friend on the screen who seemed to him to be an extremely unfamiliar person, and his mind went blank.

So the games that Maki Shicheng mentioned...are like this...

Is that so…?

After winning another game, Mu Sicheng casually lifted up his clothes to wipe off the sweat and blood dripping from his chin, waved impatiently at the cheering spectators, and prepared to leave.

Bai Liu seemed to be excited and turned to ask him, "Which one is more fun, this game or the friend game between you and the deputy captain of District 3?"

His mental state dropped, and his desire to kill and steal was released, causing Mu Sicheng's pupils to shrink slightly in excitement. He gave a vicious smile, with sharp teeth showing at the corners of his mouth, like a devil whose nature was relaxed after being bathed in blood: "Need I say more?"

"——Of course it's the game here."

Armand stood in the bustling crowd like a wooden sculpture, with the huge screen emitting white light behind him. The team led by Bai Liu walked past Armand amid the cheers of the audience.

The biggest contributor to this game, the one who killed the most enemies, Mu Sicheng, was walking behind Bai Liu. He walked past Armand, and his impatient steps knocked down Armand, who was weak after completing the game.

Mu Sicheng didn't care which weak player he knocked down.

Immersed in a certain emotion, Mu Sicheng just looked back from a high position to glance at the player who was staring at him blankly with mud all over his face after being bumped into by him. He sneered at him contemptuously and called him an idiot, then walked away without looking back.

Armand, who was sitting on the ground, raised his head in a trance. He saw Bai Liu in front of him turned around, looked at him from a distance, and then smiled as if he felt sorry for him.

He saw Bai Liu smiling and mouthing to him, "It's just a game."

——Everything is just a game.

Armand, in a daze, forgot how he logged out of the game. He stumbled back to his dormitory in the Bureau of Heresy, found the letters of warning that Mu Sicheng had written to him, tore them into pieces frantically, and burned them.

He secretly replaced the wine that Mu Sicheng had drunk with him and the heretics he had played with with him with bullets in blank guns. He threw away what could be thrown away, spit out what could be spit out, and forget what could be forgotten.

Armand lay in bed for a long time. He closed his eyes and seemed to be able to smell the blood coming from under the bed, hear the guy laughing and calling him an idiot, and see the boundless free starry sky above the wasteland.

But when he opened his eyes, Armand's brown eyes were empty.

He stood up like a puppet, replaced the blank bullets in his pistol with live bullets, and then contacted Mu Sicheng - he didn't know whether Mu Sicheng would come, so he could only hope that Mu Sicheng would have the patience to play this game with friends to the end.

And Armand will stick with him until the end.

Mu Sicheng is here.

So Armand put an end to this game with friends. With tears and gritted teeth, he shot the lying bad guy for the first time, and the bad guy also grabbed a big hole in his throat.

The moment before Mu Sicheng fell to the ground, he looked at Armand with disbelief, as if he couldn't believe that Armand had done such a thing to him.

After falling to the ground, Mu Sicheng's face trembled with pain. He struggled to transform into a monkey's paw and crawled towards Armand.

Armand thought he was going to attack, so he used up his last bit of strength and shot him again.

The gun hit his temple. Mu Sicheng grabbed Armand's hand with his monkey paw and said hoarsely, "--I'm sorry for arresting your brother--"

Mu Sicheng put his hand on Armand's hand, as if he wanted to shake it. He looked at Armand with dim eyes, and his bright eyes, which always had a wicked smile, were now filled with gloom.

This guy was clearly shot to death by him, but his last words to him were "I'm sorry, I caught your brother."

Armand's tears gradually welled up.

He wanted to talk to this dead bad guy, but he couldn't utter a single word. Armand realized that his throat was severely torn by Mu Sicheng's monkey claws, leaving a big hole, and his vocal cords were probably gone. Now he couldn't speak.

Armand felt his body getting colder and his heartbeat slowed down.

The last thing he saw was a pair of leather shoes coming towards him and a black whip dragging on the ground.

Armand saw this man kneel down on one knee, turn over the head of Mu Sicheng, who was shot dead by him, and gently hold him in his arms. Then he solemnly closed Mu Sicheng's still open eyelids with his gloved hands.

Armand heard this person come down and whisper gently to the dead Mu Sicheng in his arms: "If this is the game of your choice, then this is your [end]."

"But death is just a long sleep for you. Your soul is my everlasting property. When you wake up, we will meet again."

"Go to sleep."

The tone was soft and floating, as if a patient father who was coaxing his child who refused to go to sleep was telling a beautiful fairy tale about death.

Armand tried hard to raise his head to see clearly who the person was who came to collect the corpse for Mu Sicheng.

But no matter how hard Armand tried to open his eyes and see the man's face clearly, his eyelids became heavier and his breathing became weaker and weaker due to the man's strange, seductive words.

Before Armand closed his eyes completely, he thought that if his brother was here, he would definitely criticize him for coming to attack without knowing his own strength, and would also ask him to write a 3,000-word review of the improper relationship between him and his enemy Mu Sicheng, and hand it in by tomorrow...

A tear rolled down Armand's eye. His soul, which had been floating in the wind like a butterfly, finally fell into the eternal sleep called death.

The hurricane within the wall finally subsided.

The author has something to say:

Little 4's lifelong enemy has appeared! Lifelong enemy is not a CP! These two have no CP line!! 4 is really a straight man (read it again and again)