Oracle Envoy

A flicker of shock passed through his eyes, but he quickly concealed it.

"I don't know them," he said flatly.

"You really don't know them?"

"I don't want to repeat myself." His Japanese was somewhat halting.

The man in the red robe turned his head and stared ahead of him. After a moment, he projected three more different photographs onto the wall.

"Every time foreign intruders appeared, I came to find you, yet your answer was always that you didn't know them... Now, I'll give you one last chance.

"If you miss this chance, then the next time we meet, it should be time to pronounce your death sentence."

The man in the red robe pointed at the four blurry screenshots on the wall and spoke word by word:

"Do you know them?"

Cao Yuan swept his gaze across the four photographs and calmly continued, "I told you, I don't know a single one of them."

"...Very well."

A trace of fury surfaced in the red-robed man's eyes. He shut off the projection in his left eye and walked up to Cao Yuan.

"I hope you won't regret today's decision."

He turned and walked out of the cell. The heavy prison door closed automatically behind him with a dull boom.

Boom—!

In the pitch-black cell, Cao Yuan hung shackled in midair, his messy black hair falling beside his cheeks. He turned his head and stared blankly at the wall where the photographs had just been projected. After a long while, a smile appeared on his cracked lips.

"You can't get caught..."

Yokohama City.

"What did you say?!"

By the roadside, a well-dressed man stared at the handsome young man in a trench coat before him, frozen in place.

"Excuse me, where can I become a host?" Lin Qiye repeated