"You can speak," Chen Xuan said slowly. "I didn't gag you."
"I'll tell you whatever you want to know, I'll tell you everything!" Zhang Zhiqi pleaded hurriedly. "I'm willing to cooperate. Don't kill me!"
"I actually don't have anything to ask."
Zhang Zhiqi froze, and despair immediately spread through his heart.
If he did not want to ask anything, then that meant he was going to kill him?
Yet the other man's next action once again exceeded his expectations.
After saying that, he stood up and headed for the door, seemingly intending to ignore Zhang Zhiqi entirely.
The Fission and Fusion process could not be felt as pain. It did not destroy any skin or tissue, merely rearranged them and fused them together again. Gripping the exposed finger would rupture some of the capillaries laid bare, but the pain was nowhere near as severe as being pricked in the fingertip with a needle. Human sensory nerves were most densely distributed in the dermis; directly touching muscle was actually less sensitive. What made Zhang Zhiqi cry out was not excruciating pain, but overwhelming fear.
It was at that moment that Zhang Zhiqi finally connected the image of the young man in a baseball cap and mask with that powerful ability.
It was him!
The nightmare he never wanted to remember!
Ignoring the waves of pain radiating from his thumb, he clamped a hand over his mouth, terrified of disturbing the other man and making that god of death turn back around.
If not for this man blocking the garage exit that day and flipping the car over with that inexplicable ability, he never would have ended up in such a miserable state!
Ever since awakening, Zhang Zhiqi had reveled every day in the power to decide the fates of others. He