As long as someone died fast enough, the adjudicators could not curse them. That was why Old Three could not be cursed.
Old Three certainly had not expected that even the hair he used for the paternity test would be kept. The Fate Weavers' ruthless habit of preparing for every contingency made everyone shudder when facing them.
But that strand of hair had gone unused, something even the Fate Weavers had not expected.
Life really was full of surprises.
At that moment, Qing Chen sat inside an armed helicopter, hijacking the pilot as they flew out of Silver City.
The pilot knew nothing.
Only the Black Knights, along with Old Two's and Old Five's trusted confidants, knew the plan. So the pilot was genuinely terrified. "Big Brother, where are you going?" he asked shakily.
Qing Chen said, "Drop me off fifty kilometers outside the city."
"Huh?" The pilot was dumbfounded. Who only ran fifty kilometers while escaping for their life? Wouldn't they be caught in minutes? "We still have enough fuel to fly another four hundred kilometers. How about we keep flying for a while?"
Qing Chen did not know whether to laugh or cry. "Is everyone on your side this damn funny? Hurry up and drop me off." He closed his eyes and began thinking.
This was no longer about putting on an act.
He was thinking about how Boss He intended to escape.
Even now, he could not be certain whether the other man truly had a way out.
In that dungeon, He Jinqiu had firmly said, "Trust me." But in those few seconds, Qing Chen had calculated dozens of escape routes for He Jinqiu, and every single one had ended in failure.
He could not understand where He Jinqiu's confidence came from. So the more likely possibility