The crow kept cawing in the narrow, orderly basement.
The young man emerged from the dim bathroom, his body wrapped in bandages... He casually tossed out the towel he had used to wipe away his sweat, covering the birdcage with it. The crow stopped cawing.
The young man slumped onto the sofa. His eyes remained dull, and only his lips twitched from time to time... Everything he had learned ensured that he would not die even with a rib piercing his lung, but it could not make his injuries heal quickly.
After all, the Curse Technique had no healing properties.
"Who would have thought..." 24 let his entire body sink into the sofa and muttered to himself, "It seems recovering to a certain level of ability will be rather difficult..."
"Mm..."
He was an extremely lazy person. He even felt that thinking about problems was a tremendous waste of time—and so he chose to sleep.
I'll move somewhere else after I wake up...
24 thought unconsciously, and gradually sank into a dream.
You have five missed calls.
When he returned home, Chen Mingming turned on his phone—there were five unanswered calls: three from Zhou Yusheng and two from his mother.
There was also one text from Zhou Yusheng: I want to discuss the matter of going abroad properly again.
His mother had sent one as well: The company's affairs need to be handed over, so I may come back very late. Don't wait for me.
Once again, he was alone at home.
With the desk lamp on, Chen Mingming sat before the desk... A silver pistol had been placed there since he entered.
The pistol was bound to him. He could lend it out, but it would not be lost.
It had returned here because Zhao Le had