Cannot

"One more thing, something I just thought of," Wang Qi paused, his eyes unfocused, as if he himself hadn't fully grasped what he was about to say.

Jiang Cheng watched him, waiting for him to continue.

"That painting you showed me, the last one," Wang Qi's tone was hesitant.

Raising an eyebrow, Jiang Cheng immediately realized Wang Qi was referring to Lin Wan'er. "What about her?" According to Wang Qi, Lin Wan'er was the creator of Deep Red, whom they all called "Sir."

"Sir isn't a bad person. She's always been good to us, just a bit strict." Recalling these things seemed to give Wang Qi a headache, affecting his mind as if some kind of restriction was taking effect. "Don't... don't blame her."

Jiang Cheng pressed, "How did you know I would blame her? What else did you remember?"

Wang Qi clutched his forehead, shaking his head repeatedly. "I don't know, my head hurts so much, it feels like needles are stabbing inside. I remember Sir had her plans, and we all followed her. The plans were very secretive, even those killers who wanted us gone didn't know. Zero, you are the core of the plan, and No. 10 is too."

"What plan? What are you plotting?" Jiang Cheng stepped forward, agitated. "What exactly is Lin Wan'er trying to do?"

Blue veins appeared on Wang Qi's forehead, his entire face contorted. He suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot, staring at Jiang Cheng as if he were prey.

Before Jiang Cheng could prepare himself, Wang Qi was thrown against the wall as if struck by an immense force, and then he fainted.

Even stranger was that his body hit the wall with barely any sound.

Jiang Cheng looked at the wall. On the mottled surface, there was a black shadow,