The Baseball Cap Youth's eyebrows twitched. In the end, he opened his eyes and looked at Zhang Heng with a trace of fear that had crept in without his noticing.
"Who exactly are you?"
"What do you think?" Zhang Heng countered.
"We investigated your records. You were supposed to be nothing more than the most ordinary bodyguard-type Clone produced by G7Z Security Company. Your memories were ordinary too. They would never pay much attention to a Clone like you. They basically just used some generic template, wrote in a few relatives and friends you couldn't contact, and as long as it got you through the short term without making you suspicious, that was enough. Your physical abilities were only slightly better than those of an ordinary person, and all you had were the most basic bodyguard skills, mostly defensive ones. So why? Why were you so aggressive? Where did your marksmanship, assassination, disguise, and concealment skills come from? Did someone secretly write memories for you? But how do you explain your physical abilities? Why were they so much stronger than described?"
The Baseball Cap Youth fired off a string of questions. Before Zhang Heng could say anything, Fengzi was the first to freeze. "You're a Clone?"
"If you mean the standard Clone equipment—the code on the back of my neck and the locator beneath my cerebral cortex—then yes, I have both," Zhang Heng said.
"How is that possible? I had several Clone coworkers, and you're completely different from them. They were like... like the blindfolded donkeys I told you about. But I never got that feeling from you. In fact, the moment you entered the bar, I felt that you were more real than ever before—more real than Clones, even more real than the ordinary people around me," Fengzi said.