Nothing Else to Help With—Let's Kill Someone
In a hidden room.
The one-armed man in green sat facing Wang Wen.
The man in green said, "My time is almost up. Is there anything else I can help you with?"
Wang Wen shook his head. "We've made about enough money. It's not safe to keep acting. It'll be troublesome if Tiansheng really catches us or uncovers our identities."
"Your concern seems a little unnecessary." The man in green said in a muffled voice, "They can't find anything from this body at all. It'd just be a waste of time. Besides, judging by the level of Tower Climbers these days, even if I lost another arm, they still wouldn't be my match."
"Better safe than sorry. After all, you're only half of yourself right now." Wang Wen smiled.
"..." The man in green retorted speechlessly, "You've got the nerve to laugh at me? What about yourself? Are you even one-thousandth?"
Wang Wen kept smiling. "It's different. I still have plenty of time."
That struck straight at the soul, leaving the man in green speechless.
The two joked around for a while.
Cracks appeared in the wooden figurine of [True Clone].
The man in green's body also began to turn translucent.
Wang Wen looked at the person before him, both familiar and unfamiliar, and said regretfully, "It's a pity you never got to see our parents. By this point in time, they'd already passed on."
"It's enough." The man in green removed the Pain Mask, revealing a face somewhat more mature than Wang Wen's. He sighed softly. "Seeing so many old friends living brand-new lives made this trip worthwhile."
"Even if it hadn't been, there's nothing we could do about it." Wang Wen showed him the [True Clone] and said helplessly, "It's a