Chapter 133 Death
"Put Xin Que here," Luo Wenyong glanced at the woman's miserable state before looking away, "I want her to appear on the execution platform the next time she restarts."
"As for you..." Luo Wenyong's emotionless gaze swept over the absent-minded male protagonist, "Your mission progress is barely up to par..."
"Although it was somewhat different from what I expected, which made her devoted to me, I still managed to win her positive feelings."
Luo Huayi's ears were ringing, and she stood there stunned, her eyes filled with Xin Que's already unfocused pupils.
The woman was carelessly placed on a chair and had long since lost all signs of life.
Luo Huayi can't hear anything now.
The person who easily pulled him out of hell yesterday is now a corpse.
Seeing that Luo Huayi gradually stopped struggling, the thugs slowly loosened their grip on him.
“Alright,” Luo Wenyong clapped his hands and slowly stood up. “The next plan must get her to talk. We can use any of the people who have connections with her. We can’t waste any more time…”
The moment Luo Huayi's shoulder was released, she suddenly sprang up and attacked the thugs behind her.
"Crash—" Luo Wenyong dodged the thug who was kicked onto the table.
Ignoring everything else, Luo Huayi grabbed a chair behind her and smashed it into the thug's hand before he could draw his gun. Then, as the man screamed, she snatched the teetering gun from his hand.
The remaining thugs, when faced with an armed opponent, must immediately protect their assigned target.
Luo Wenyong looked at the protagonist chosen by the administrator and raised the gun at himself.
"Whose gun is faster?" Luo Huayi's finger was already on the trigger, glaring angrily at the thugs who were about to rush up to rescue him. "You can try... whether I die first or he dies first."
The thug slowly lowered his gun and looked at Luo Wenyong with a questioning gaze.
"Let him go." Luo Wenyong's expression remained unchanged as he raised his hand to signal the thugs to let him pass.
...
"Sir, do you need my help?" Mr. Zhen stepped out from the elongated shadow beside Luo Wenyong, his mechanical and cold gaze glancing at Luo Huayi, who was rushing out the door with the corpse.
Luo Wenyong shook his head. "We've already done what we needed to do with the serious offender. There's no need to create any more complications. Besides... the male lead still has a great role to play."
A genuine act of kindness in times of need is more likely to touch people's hearts than a pretentious performance.
He glanced at the time. "It's been almost an hour since I got here... I should go."
...
"Mr. Huo?"
The engineer and the warden breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the man open his eyes from inside the cabin.
How are you feeling? How tired are you mentally? How do you feel physically?
The man, surrounded by bodyguards and thugs, left the cabin. "It's still acceptable," he said.
"This is too risky..." the engineer said nervously. "The separation of consciousness and body is inherently fraught with uncertainties and side effects, even with the AI in charge protecting us..."
The man didn't speak.
The engineer immediately shut his mouth.
As the man was escorted away from the mental prison by bodyguards and thugs, he looked at his reflection in the metal passageway beside him.
He certainly knew how risky it was to rashly enter the mental prison.
But the will and the missing patriarch's decree... are both in Xin Que's hands.
He must obtain these things as soon as possible in order to rightfully inherit the Huo family business.
The man raised his hand and touched the burn scar under his collar.
All thanks to Xin Que.
He seemed to see again the almost crazed expression on Xin Que's face when she detonated a bomb, trying to take the Huo family down with her.
A bead of cold sweat trickled down the man's forehead, and his breathing became rapid again.
"Sir," the assistant noticed something was wrong with the man and immediately helped him into the car, "is your PTSD acting up again?"
The man slowly adjusted his breathing.
"Hmm." He forced himself to clear his mind of the images.
A year has passed since the explosion, but even now, the fear of surviving that explosion still lingers like a bone-deep ailment, flaring up and tormenting his mind from time to time.
If he hadn't made thorough preparations to fake his death back then...
He's probably really going to hell to meet those family members now.
"Send more people to keep an eye on the mental prison," the man said, noticing his own pale reflection in the car window. "Once we get the intelligence, have them completely destroy Xin Que."
“Sir,” the assistant reassured him, “Xin Que’s physical functions have deteriorated by about sixty percent, and she will no longer pose any threat to you.”
The man smiled wryly.
Yeah?
His brother said the same thing at the time.
“Xin Que died in that mission,” the composed and noble man in my memory comforted me. “The Dark Agents have also been thoroughly purged. Don’t worry, no one will be able to threaten the position of the Huo family in Shangcheng.”
Afterwards, Xin Que, who should have died in that hunt, not only returned alive... but even...
The deafening explosion seemed to ring in my ears again.
The man closed his eyes.
...
Luo Huayi didn't have time to think about why those armed thugs had suddenly disappeared from the old house.
He carried the lifeless woman and ran tirelessly toward the gate of the old house.
"President Luo?" Cheng Zheng opened the car door and was about to get out when he saw Luo Huayi running out carrying someone. He was startled. "What's wrong with you...?"
“Back to the villa,” Luo Huayi said, opening the car door and helping Xin Que into the back seat. He rolled down all the window covers to prevent outsiders from seeing the bloodstains and gunshot wound on Xin Que’s face. “Have the family doctor come over immediately.”
"Also... find a renowned master in the field to come over."
Cheng Zheng turned around and glanced at the woman who had collapsed beside Luo Huayi, their eyes meeting each other's unfocused gaze.
Luo Huayi forced herself to calm down and think about what she should do next.
All sorts of absurd things can happen in this world; he himself has died several times.
Xin Que's death may not be irreversible.
He recalled what Luo Wenyong had said when he directed those people to put Xin Que down, that Xin Que should be put on the execution platform after the restart...
Does "reboot" mean "rebirth"?
A glimmer of hope slowly rose in Luo Huayi's heart.
Lost in thought for a long time, he didn't notice Cheng Zheng in the driver's seat. From the moment he saw Xin Que's body, he showed no surprise or doubt whatsoever.
"She..." The private doctor immediately stood up and looked at Luo Huayi when he saw the woman's body.
“You don’t need to worry about anything else,” Luo Huayi placed a check in front of him, “just tell me if she can be saved.”
The private doctor sighed, trying to phrase it tactfully, "They can issue a death certificate..."
Cheng Zheng had just returned from the old mansion with his bodyguards when he saw the private doctor leave with a tense expression. He immediately greeted him with a smile, "Dr. Xu, I hope you can tell me about what you saw at the villa..."
Dr. Xu took a deep breath. "No one else in this lifetime will ever know."
Cheng Zheng instructed his assistant, "Take Dr. Xu back."
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