Meanwhile, Qi Wu still had no idea that another version of himself existed.
He simply followed Chu Qingjiu's instructions and went where Chu Qingjiu needed him to be-the tenth floor of Building C.
Qi Wu went to the formation eye as instructed. It faced the elevator, and he stared blankly at the changing numbers as the elevator traveled up and down.
The bloodred numbers kept ticking over, slowly and rhythmically, climbing one floor at a time.
7... 8... 9...
Qi Wu watched the flickering crimson numbers without blinking.
10-
The elevator display read 10, the floor Qi Wu was currently on. With a ding, the doors opened.
The instant he saw that face, Qi Wu instinctively drew his knife and raised it to block.
Sure enough, the man drew an identical knife and thrust it at Qi Wu the moment he stepped out of the elevator-only for Qi Wu's instinctive reaction to stop it.
His lips curved in a devil-may-care smile as he lazily lifted his eyelids, revealing the same clear, pure amber eyes.
Unlike the real Qi Wu, however, the person before him had an air of innocent wickedness, like a vicious youth who could smile and chat with someone while killing them without the slightest hesitation.
The youth casually pulled his knife back and swung at Qi Wu again, then offered a languid greeting. "Good evening, Qi Wu."
Qi Wu countered each attack, ignoring his greeting and frowning instead.
Why was there another me?
That was what he couldn't understand. And why had the other man appeared from the elevator?
The other Qi Wu clearly had no intention of giving him enough time to figure it out. He attacked without the slightest flicker of emotion, leaving Qi Wu to block instinctively using his familiarity with himself.
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