Countless fallen peach blossoms were eliminated by the No. 13, but the matter was not over yet, and more peach blossoms surged in one after another.
No. 13: "Be careful, that was just a test; things will get more dangerous from here on out."
No. 52's expression was cold and stern. He couldn't understand why the peach blossoms had suddenly launched a fierce attack on them. The peach blossoms flying all over the sky were very beautiful, just like the legendary Peach Blossom Spring. However, this beauty concealed a great deal of murderous intent.
No. 52 thought about it seriously for a moment. He felt that he could protect himself, but it would be difficult to fake his death and escape.
Unexpectedly, No. 13 seemed to read his mind and whispered from the side, "Don't worry, you will definitely get what you want."
No. 52 was stunned for a moment, then looked up in shock, trembling as he looked at No. 13.
No. 13 sneered, "You really think others can't see through your little schemes?"
Cold sweat streamed down No. 52's forehead. He opened his mouth, but then hesitated to speak.
No. 13 stopped trying to scare him and said directly, "Don't make that face. I didn't report you. Go ahead and run away. I can pretend I didn't see anything, and I can even cover for you."
No. 52 looked surprised. "Why are you helping me?"
No. 13 bluntly stated, "You are a stepping stone. No Executor has ever dared to leave this terrifying organization before. You are the first. I want to see if the Administration has any means of retaliating after you escape to the outside world. If you succeed, I may become the second escapee."
No. 52's expression changed slightly. "So you mean even if I want to stop the escape plan now, you'll force me to escape?"
No. 13 smiled and said, "You guessed right."
No. 52 pursed her lips.
No. 13 then looked up, turned around, and looked at the roof. "Please come out, sir. Peeping is extremely impolite."
No. 52 was startled. "There's someone else here?!"
The previously empty ceiling suddenly swayed and flickered, like ripples on water. Then, a figure with a face paler than a corpse that had been dead for three days appeared to be hanging upside down in mid-air, its neck twisted at an odd angle as it looked down at the two of them.
"My ability to hide has always been quite good, how did you find me?"
No. 13: "You're observing me. I'm extremely sensitive to the act of 'observation.'"
No. 52 stared at that face for a while, his eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty. "You're Hu Jiu? What are you doing here?"
Previously, the organization sent word that Hu Jiu had left the city. Why...?
Hu Jiu didn't explain anything. How should I put it? Actually, he could teleport. His leisurely departure from Ruihe City was purely an act for others to see. It would be best if he could catch a big fish, but if he couldn't, it could still confuse the situation.
"There's no need to be wary of me. The real threat to you is outside," Hu Jiu lied calmly.
The moment the words left her lips, countless blooming peach tree branches poured in through the window. No. 13 gave Hu Jiu a deep look and vanished from the spot in an instant.
Upon seeing this, No. 52's face turned pale. Among the people present, he was the weakest. No. 13 had just said he would help him escape, but now that they were in danger, he was the one who ran faster than anyone else.
No. 52 produced a Supernatural Item: a plastic lotus lamp, reminiscent of those cheap birthday cakes stuck on in childhood. A light touch of the switch caused a sinister birthday song to play in a distorted tone...