The Fat Man Is Our Eyes, Confidence

Ying Gou said he would deal with the people at the entrance.

Ying Gou had the advantage against them, because he could appear behind them without anyone noticing. That was absolutely his killing move.

But the fat man said there were at least a dozen people lying in ambush at the entrance, and every one of them could be called a killing machine.

That was right. Someone without emotions or much feeling could no longer truly be considered human. They were machines—machines used by their higher-ups to conquer the world.

I glanced at Ye Jinghong. "Could it be that most people in our world are walking corpses like that?"

Ye Jinghong froze for a moment. "Walking corpses? I suppose so. That's quite an apt comparison. Yes, most of them have no emotions. Even familial affection means nothing to them. Apart from strict superior-subordinate relationships, all other feelings between people are extremely faint."

"So you're an exception?"

"Yes, I'm an exception. I became one because of you. Because I met you, I changed. In that world, you were originally an outlier too. Later, I became one as well. You don't remember it, but in that world, both of us were ostracized. You were simply too powerful. Although many people hated you so much their hearts bled, they couldn't do anything to you."

I gave a bitter smile. I had actually been that powerful in that world—so powerful that no one dared step forward and become my enemy.

"Then wasn't I basically invincible?" I joked.

Yet Ye Jinghong said, "Don't be happy too soon, and never underestimate the power of petty people. They didn't dare do anything to you openly. They didn't even dare speak ill of you. But in secret, they were always trying to get rid of you. Even if