The Honest Man Lost His Temper
Song Chushi sensed something was wrong. Suddenly, dust-like particles began to fill the briefcase in his hand. Each speck glittered, and everything they touched slowed down, even coming to a standstill.
The dangerous battlefield before him seemed to grow distant and detached.
It was one of Song Chushi's trump cards: the Sand of Time.
Even in the direst moments, he had refrained from using this treasured last resort. But now, after sensing something amiss at the abandoned laboratory, he used it to buy himself a brief moment of respite.
In that brief moment, Song Chushi glared at Li Moses. "Abyss Studio is building a displacement channel."
"So tell me, are you investigating the case, or trying to deliver him into that woman's hands?"
The question made Zhang Chiguo, standing behind them at the Blockade Position, turn pale. He raised his head, his expression fierce.
Even Li Moses, who was usually impervious to outside influence, looked paler than before. He paused for a moment, then spoke in a low voice:
"My real mission is to follow the Council Hall's orders and assist Abyss Studio in investigating the true reason the Seven-Day Divine Descent failed ten years ago. And—"
"To stop the tide from coming!"
His voice held a trace of guilt at first, but then it was as if he had convinced himself:
"I accepted this mission because it was a plan to stop the tide."
"As long as it can stop the tide, anyone can be sacrificed, whether it's him or me!"
Song Chushi's features twisted slightly, as if anger had finally begun to surface. "The tide, the tide—you really believe sacrificing the lives of twenty-odd children can make it stop forever?"
"What does it matter whether I believe it?"
An increasingly intense