After watching the surveillance footage his subordinate had sent, Xu Qiang fell silent for a long while, seemingly trying to steady his turbulent emotions.
The footage was simply too outrageous. It couldn't be brushed off with the casual phrase "good at fighting."
Xu Qiang had seen—indeed, some of his subordinates were seasoned fighters with special forces backgrounds—but even they couldn't handle several monsters with such ease.
Lu Bai's performance in the footage was so effortless that it was practically on par with the superhero movies Xu Qiang had watched with his son last weekend.
And what was with that samurai sword he'd produced out of thin air, as if performing a magic trick?
Xu Qiang took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed his shock, doing his best to appear calm.
He enlarged the photo and compared it with Lu Bai. "Is this you?"
"It's me."
"Is it?"
"Yes."
Lu Bai glanced at the phone screen and nodded with absolute certainty. "I was still skinny back then."
"Good. At least you admit it."
Xu Qiang swiped his finger across the screen. "Illegally stealing other people's property, operating a hot-air balloon without a license, repeatedly assaulting classmates while enrolled in your senior year of high school and getting expelled..."
By the end, Xu Qiang was having trouble keeping a straight face.
Still, that history made Lu Bai seem a lot more real to him. At least he was human.
"I'm your senior, you know. Is this how they educate students at Jiangyu Middle School these days?"
To be honest, even Lu Bai had only just learned about this background.
Was the Deathmatch System deliberately setting him up?
He froze for two seconds, then gave a polite smile. "That's not me."
"You're saying that isn't you?"
"No, that's not me at all."
"Then