White Ze stared fixedly at the figure in the redwood chair. Even if the other person turned to ash, he would still recognize that damned figure.
It was because of the person before him that, after enduring until Shelter 189 was destroyed and finally gaining his freedom, just as he was about to feast, he got smacked in the face with a display screen.
Then came a brutal beating... Just when his body had finally recovered and he was ready for revenge, that damned bastard had let millions of people see his face, locking him down by force ever since.
Now, he had finally been about to erase the memories of millions of people, but then!!
"Bai Ye!!"
White Ze roared furiously, having long lost his former confidence and composure.
Bai Ye gently shook his head. "A hundred years have passed, yet you still lost yourself, Doctor Yi."
"Bai Ye! How did you know my real name!?" White Ze's expression darkened completely. Beneath his fury was a trace of panic—the panic of having someone seize his weakness.
Bai Ye did not answer. He had no obligation to answer an enemy's questions. Doctor Yi was his friend, but White Ze was not.
White Ze was merely a monster pieced together from countless fragments of information.
Doctor Yi, meanwhile, was the human leader who had sacrificed himself to save Green Vine City.
It was precisely because of Doctor Yi's sacrifice that Bai Ye now had a way to counter Little Nine.
If one were to ask what his greatest gain from this journey through time and space had been—
Bai Ye's answer was neither Three-Second Precognition, nor five thousand Blood Qi, nor the Nanobomb Controller...
It was meeting someone.
A Fake Person named Yi Jingran.
The name Yi Jingran was worth a