There was a kind of person in this world—or perhaps a state of mind:
When they stumbled upon a piece of seemingly critical information in an unfamiliar field, it was as though they had seen through the truth of the universe itself, as though they could infer all reality from it and gain boundless courage... and a sense of superiority.
He Donglou might not have been that kind of person, but he had definitely entered that state.
In fact, Paper Cut had not told him much. Based only on some Inner World common knowledge they had exchanged while bragging to one another in the past, she had roughly explained the broader background possibly involved in the attack on He Donglou, as well as the extremely high-level forces currently implicated.
Of course, given Sky He's pivotal position in military and political circles, the situation within might have been even more complicated. Mora and Luo Yuan might have had greater demands upon the He family's interests—perhaps threats and extortion, perhaps something else...
And what was particularly subtle was that the reverse could also be true.
Though the logic was a little convoluted, He Donglou understood. He really understood. Especially when he recalled the instant he had stared through the car window at that face, a perfect replica of his own.
That was fucking... mind-blowing!
Although the clone across from him had had its heart pierced by Lao Si, that short-lived ghost, who theoretically shared the same set of DNA as him, possessed Extraordinary Power far beyond anything he could reach.
Jealous? Of course he wasn't jealous.
He simply desperately wanted to know this: if the source of that power came from his DNA, did the clone's existence prove that he possessed some innate talent, one capable of leading him into the realm