Where Should Hatred Go?

"Me, me?" Misato Katsuragi froze at Aoko's words, unable to figure out what Aoko was trying to do. "What?"

"Question: Clearly, the Third Impact was a conspiracy by SEELE and Gendo Ikari, so why did everyone at NERV Headquarters seem to believe that a fourteen-year-old boy like Shinji Ikari had launched the Third Impact and destroyed the human world?"

Shinji Ikari's pupils contracted. Earlier, he had "overheard" from the prison guard that Gu Yan's sense of direction had always given Mo Yichen headaches. It was the middle of the night, yet she had driven out—where exactly was she trying to go?

In his impression, he clearly remembered that Zhou Zhenqing had merely been an early Emperor Realm expert and had remained at that level for a long time. How had he now reached the peak of the Emperor Realm?

"Whether you're crazy or not, we won't agree to it." Liu Yuande looked at Zhou Tianlong, his fists clenched as he wished he could rush forward and punch him.

Behind Gao You stood Yu Renyan, Mu Chen, Yang Fan, and two Bronze Rank Three martial artists from the Hengshan Sect.

Although Gu Lingfei dearly wanted to refute this, Old Master Gu had already spoken, and she knew this was not the time to fall out with the Gongsun family.

"Still, even if you came from the Death Training Camp on Granling Island, I won't admit defeat so easily. My mission is to complete the task!" Black Bear's gaze suddenly sharpened. Melev's background had clearly intimidated him to some extent, but making him surrender because of it was impossible.

"It's simple. Tell me something about your boss—Rouge Tiger." I got straight to the point.

Just as the white ribbon was raised to the nose, an embarrassed and enraged voice rang out, carrying