Chen Ye shook his head when he saw that there was nothing special about the seven rulers.
Looks like I can't start from... huh?
Just as Chen Ye was about to withdraw his gaze, he suddenly spotted a young man.
The pale-skinned young man sat in a wheelchair, looking somewhat sickly. A middle-aged man walked over and patted him on the shoulder.
"Be careful on your way back. Things haven't been peaceful lately."
The young man nodded. "All right. You be careful too."
The young man resembled the man somewhat. And if Chen Ye remembered correctly, that man was one of GOC's seven directors, the one in charge of Asia.
This director was ordinary enough, but his son...
The corners of Chen Ye's lips curled up unconsciously.
He reached out and nudged the young man's thread of fate. It was remarkably resilient—how was this the thread of a sick person?
Following that thread of fate, Chen Ye watched as the young man was driven back to a seaside villa.
As evening fell and the sun set over the sea, the young man picked up a pair of earphones and opened a video on his phone.
Chen Ye shifted his perspective and leaned in for a closer look.
Well, well...
The footage on the young man's phone was extremely graphic.
It was an autopsy video. The person wielding the scalpel was not particularly skilled, making the footage excessively bloody.
Yet instead of showing fear, the young man seemed unusually excited by what he saw.
Seeing the smile on his lips, Chen Ye found himself smiling the same way.
"Looks like I've found a candidate for an angel."
Inside a seaside villa.
The young man sat in his wheelchair, sweat constantly seeping from his palms.
When the video on his phone ended,