That guy simply stood there, quietly watching us.
He seemed deaf to our conversation.
Ye Jinghong asked him, "If you want him to go with you, you should at least let us know who you are, right? Otherwise, why should we let him go with you?"
That guy did not respond to Ye Jinghong's question.
A Tai said, "There's no need to ask. He's a puppet body."
A Tai's words shocked all of us, but soon enough, it seemed perfectly normal.
This was not the first time we had encountered a puppet body. Hadn't that Mattia used a substitute puppet against us before?
Still, I asked, "I should at least know who wants to see me, shouldn't I?"
"You'll know once you go. You won't die if you go—that much I can guarantee." His voice was old and hoarse, somewhat chilling.
"Satan."
He had remained silent when Ye Jinghong questioned him, but he answered every question I asked.
It really was Satan.
Shock appeared on both Ye Jinghong's and Jiang Xiaohui's faces, but A Tai remained calm. "Other than Satan, who else could possess such a dense aura of death?"
I stepped forward. "Fine, I'll go with you. But I don't want anything to happen to my friends."
The man nodded slightly. "I can send them out first."
"No, I'm not leaving!"
"Neither am I."
Ye Jinghong and Jiang Xiaohui spoke at the same time.
A Tai stepped forward as well. "We'll wait for you here."
The man seemed hesitant, but he still said, "Fine. At the very least, they won't face any danger before you return."
He represented Satan, so I trusted his promise.
Besides, he had set a condition: they would be safe until I returned. In other words, if the talks went well, everyone would be happy.