Evil Intent at Work

Tenth Floor.

Ji Li paced back and forth through the room with a cigarette between his fingers, his brow tightly furrowed.

This good show had already begun.

"Bao An... Bao An..."

His trick of faking his death had truly worked, successfully steering Tian Xiao Ou toward Hou Guisheng.

But had he gone to such lengths to drive Teng Shan insane merely to have him ward off disaster in his place?

Ji Li exhaled a ring of smoke and fixed his gaze on the "corpse" lying flat in the corridor on the screen.

In this plan, Teng Shan's identity had never been important, yet he was Bao An's most reliable chess piece.

That piece should not have been used up so easily.

A gust of wind swept over, blowing Ji Li's long hair aside and revealing his pale face.

He understood.

He had completely seen through Bao An's plan and also spotted its greatest flaw.

Ji Li narrowed his eyes and silently sneered.

"A brilliant plan. Unfortunately, you still failed to see through the essence of the rules, so you are destined to fall short."

Quietly, he turned his gaze toward the figure who remained in the room, indifferent to everything.

Hou Guisheng.

From this day forward, he would remember that name.

In this intricate battle of wits, where every move interlocked with another, Hou Guisheng—who had done nothing—was the one truly controlling everything.

Eighth Floor.

Teng Shan had never wanted to kill anyone, much less fight among themselves, so he had chosen a person.

Yet no matter how much he said, it could not outweigh a single sentence from Hou Guisheng. Tian Xiao Ou was still drifting farther and farther away from him.

He could not remain silent any longer. Otherwise, death was his only outcome.

This time, Teng